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...