We Must Bleed - Germs

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

The sounds, the metals

Driving us mad

Driving us mad, oh

Driving us mad

We must bleed, 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

The pain, the colors

Making me sane

We must bleed, 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…