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!