| Song | We Bleed |
| Artist | Cryptopsy |
| Album | The Best of Us Bleed |
| 作词 : Cryptopsy, DiSalvo | |
| First the climb | |
| Become the status | |
| Regained sight | |
| Undercontrolled | |
| On a directionless path | |
| One should be | |
| The quiet one who would not see | |
| Resemblance in self | |
| And all those spawned | |
| All in the same | |
| Suffering sadness | |
| Incredible truth | |
| Justice to this madness | |
| Remember, forget who you are | |
| Negative and bored | |
| And have given a little too much thought | |
| Here today, long gone yesterday | |
| Saw a million zombies like me | |
| Some of whom have entered the fray | |
| A man with nothing to lose | |
| Will kill quicker than a wolf | |
| Will tear your flesh | |
| And a man with all to gain | |
| He will do the same | |
| Now has easily passed the threshold | |
| We bleed Like the rest of you pigs | |
| We breed **** like the rest of you parasites | |
| We plead For an end | |
| The need For selfishness | |
| We bleed Ourselves instead | |
| Tortured Wondering whether | |
| The process of thinking | |
| Duplicates itself | |
| Mirrored by maniacal malicious intentions | |
| Carried out with ease | |
| We bleed A man with nothing to lose | |
| Has struck swifter than a snake | |
| Displays cold survival | |
| And a man with all to gain | |
| He has done the same | |
| But has never crossed the threshold | |
| Leap across the line | |
| Teeter back and forth | |
| On the brink | |
| Decide which path | |
| You take every hour |
| zuò cí : Cryptopsy, DiSalvo | |
| First the climb | |
| Become the status | |
| Regained sight | |
| Undercontrolled | |
| On a directionless path | |
| One should be | |
| The quiet one who would not see | |
| Resemblance in self | |
| And all those spawned | |
| All in the same | |
| Suffering sadness | |
| Incredible truth | |
| Justice to this madness | |
| Remember, forget who you are | |
| Negative and bored | |
| And have given a little too much thought | |
| Here today, long gone yesterday | |
| Saw a million zombies like me | |
| Some of whom have entered the fray | |
| A man with nothing to lose | |
| Will kill quicker than a wolf | |
| Will tear your flesh | |
| And a man with all to gain | |
| He will do the same | |
| Now has easily passed the threshold | |
| We bleed Like the rest of you pigs | |
| We breed like the rest of you parasites | |
| We plead For an end | |
| The need For selfishness | |
| We bleed Ourselves instead | |
| Tortured Wondering whether | |
| The process of thinking | |
| Duplicates itself | |
| Mirrored by maniacal malicious intentions | |
| Carried out with ease | |
| We bleed A man with nothing to lose | |
| Has struck swifter than a snake | |
| Displays cold survival | |
| And a man with all to gain | |
| He has done the same | |
| But has never crossed the threshold | |
| Leap across the line | |
| Teeter back and forth | |
| On the brink | |
| Decide which path | |
| You take every hour |