[Intro]
The time is 11:11pm

[Verse 1: Joel Quartuccio]
"You don't want to go in there", is all the officer said
His face pale as the dead
The ride-along saw white grow on his head
Hand on his clip, cold metal on his hip
Thinking of wasting, that monster
Sat so close you could spit

[Post-verse]
This is no man, no man could do this
Heartless
This is no man

[Chorus]
Gentle grace, met with violence (Met with violence)
In this dark place, I feel your silence

[Verse 2]
Stared at the window on the right
Winter air and the fear of what was inside, sent shivers down his spine
That flashing red light
The young men, found comfort in the stars
Taking his mind off homicide, walked up the path through the yard
The door stood ajar
He stepped, hesitantly, into the dark
Just then another ran past him, eyes wide, hands clasped to his face
Shoved him into the wall as the first spray escaped
The remainder of the vomit planted in the garden
Pointed to the first door on the right
That same flashing red light
[Post-verse]
No man, no man could do this

[Chorus]
Gentle grace, met with violence (Met with violence)
In this dark place, I feel your silence

[Middle-eight]
He gathered his courage, tried not to think of what he was about to see
Tried to not visualize a child of three
Running into the first door on the right
Hoping to stop the fight!
Red on the walls
Red on the presents
Her angelic head, left blood and fragments
Red on the tree
Red on her fleece
He put her down as she tried to flee

[Post-verse]
We are all given a chance to be free
I will be better than my father before me!

[Chorus]
Gentle grace, met with violence (Met with violence)
In this dark place, I feel your silence
[Outro]
(I feel it haunting me)
That little girl was his redeeming grace
(I feel it haunting me)
The thing to help him forget the misery
(I feel it haunting me)
'Cause he was never shown it
(I feel it haunting me)
He spat in its face
(I feel it haunting me)
Now this brave young one lays cold
(I feel it haunting me)
Planted under a tree
(I feel it haunting me)
Given no chance to grow old
(I feel it haunting me)