Entered city in from a sleigh   Vander's little baby voice hits the horses   Only he they obey   Left him alone, so he thought   In his nakedness with the choice of   One in seven fires best to suit his needs      There is a hood, it catches the wind   It's up in the tower that lets in the light   And bellows the fire   The city's tight, but it loosens   It's small but not for long   The city's growing crooked      The city bleeds!   Bleeds!   It's rosy veins to empty streets   Bleeds!   Bleeds! Nine gates seal in the city   Nine gates seal in the city      Mix the reaction and the boil and the brew   A little less sweet, more bitter   Oh, how bad tastes linger   As the howl to the hound, as the moan to the man   The voice in the peripheral says...      Bleed!   Bleed!   The rosy veins, to empty streets   Bleed!   Bleed!   The rosy veins, to empty streets   Nine gates seal in the city   Nine gates seal in the city      What do you do, do you do   When nothing amuses you   Trade your fear for boredom   Nothing like a trip to fix   A mind that's sick of banging on the walls until they...      Bleed!   Bleed!   Rosy veins to empty streets   They Bleed!   Bleed!   Rosy veins to empty streets   Nine gates seal in the city   Nine gates seal in the city   Oh!