Bleed It Off Lyrics
| Song | Bleed It Off |
| Artist | System Shock |
| Album | Arctic Inside |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Feeding on you is no more a concern | |
| Feeding on me is more of what I get these days | |
| Won't you smile wonät you laugh | |
| Wont' you delight in my decay | |
| Though you said you knew what's right | |
| Though you tried to make yourself go blind | |
| Won't you hear won't you feel | |
| Won't you know I end tonight | |
| Burns in the night | |
| Breeding into your deepest drives | |
| Let it bleed some more | |
| Burning the night | |
| A bloodstained dead-end plague | |
| Try to bleed it off | |
| Red stains on white | |
| Cold and rusty knife of old | |
| Trembling shadow on the bathroom floor | |
| Feverish thoughts they die too slow | |
| Youth in abstract septic tanks | |
| Panding judgments - mommies voice was a fake | |
| Did she know, had she seen? | |
| Did she ever witness hell? | |
| 2000 bloodied nights | |
| I need some more to wash away your scars | |
| They belong to me now | |
| There's just this one way to know | |
| Burns in the night | |
| Breeding into your deepest drives | |
| Let it bleed some more | |
| Burning the night | |
| A bloodstained dead-end plague | |
| Try to bleed it off | |
| Red stains on white | |
| Cold and rusty knife of old | |
| Trembling shadow on the bathroom floor | |
| Feverish thoughts they die too slow |
| Feeding on you is no more a concern | |
| Feeding on me is more of what I get these days | |
| Won' t you smile won t you laugh | |
| Wont' you delight in my decay | |
| Though you said you knew what' s right | |
| Though you tried to make yourself go blind | |
| Won' t you hear won' t you feel | |
| Won' t you know I end tonight | |
| Burns in the night | |
| Breeding into your deepest drives | |
| Let it bleed some more | |
| Burning the night | |
| A bloodstained deadend plague | |
| Try to bleed it off | |
| Red stains on white | |
| Cold and rusty knife of old | |
| Trembling shadow on the bathroom floor | |
| Feverish thoughts they die too slow | |
| Youth in abstract septic tanks | |
| Panding judgments mommies voice was a fake | |
| Did she know, had she seen? | |
| Did she ever witness hell? | |
| 2000 bloodied nights | |
| I need some more to wash away your scars | |
| They belong to me now | |
| There' s just this one way to know | |
| Burns in the night | |
| Breeding into your deepest drives | |
| Let it bleed some more | |
| Burning the night | |
| A bloodstained deadend plague | |
| Try to bleed it off | |
| Red stains on white | |
| Cold and rusty knife of old | |
| Trembling shadow on the bathroom floor | |
| Feverish thoughts they die too slow |
| Feeding on you is no more a concern | |
| Feeding on me is more of what I get these days | |
| Won' t you smile won t you laugh | |
| Wont' you delight in my decay | |
| Though you said you knew what' s right | |
| Though you tried to make yourself go blind | |
| Won' t you hear won' t you feel | |
| Won' t you know I end tonight | |
| Burns in the night | |
| Breeding into your deepest drives | |
| Let it bleed some more | |
| Burning the night | |
| A bloodstained deadend plague | |
| Try to bleed it off | |
| Red stains on white | |
| Cold and rusty knife of old | |
| Trembling shadow on the bathroom floor | |
| Feverish thoughts they die too slow | |
| Youth in abstract septic tanks | |
| Panding judgments mommies voice was a fake | |
| Did she know, had she seen? | |
| Did she ever witness hell? | |
| 2000 bloodied nights | |
| I need some more to wash away your scars | |
| They belong to me now | |
| There' s just this one way to know | |
| Burns in the night | |
| Breeding into your deepest drives | |
| Let it bleed some more | |
| Burning the night | |
| A bloodstained deadend plague | |
| Try to bleed it off | |
| Red stains on white | |
| Cold and rusty knife of old | |
| Trembling shadow on the bathroom floor | |
| Feverish thoughts they die too slow |
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