| It's Sunday and the streets aren't clear | |
| The traffic's screaming | |
| but we can't hear | |
| The sounds...the metals... | |
| driving us mad... | |
| The sounds...the metals... | |
| driving us mad... | |
| We must bleed, we must bleed, | |
| we must bleed | |
| The crash as the bottle breaks | |
| Flashes it will through my veins | |
| The pain...the colors... | |
| making me sane... | |
| The pain...the colors... | |
| making me sane... | |
| the pain...the colors... | |
| making me sane... | |
| We must bleed, we must bleed, | |
| we must bleed | |
| I'm not one I'm two, I'm not one | |
| I'm two, I'm not one I'm two | |
| I want out now, I want out now | |
| I want out now now now now now | |
| now now now... |