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...