Keep moving on Let the engines roll It's time to burn it down Face your fear Accept your war Keep bleeding on 'til the day you die Forever love it loud, Hellfire, doom

I did what I did One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city

I don't know my name I've turned against my home I don't know who to blame I'm turning into stone, turning to stone Leave me bleeding, leave me dying on my own Leave me wanting, climb your way into my soul I don't like it, I can't live without a trace I

Losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Cut my life into pieces This is my last resort Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding 'Cause I'm losing my sight Losing my sight Nothing's alright

I'm bleedin' American gold, gold, gold, yeah, yeah I lost some friends, some friends that I didn't want to I lost some stars, my heart bleeds red, white, and blue I've been in and out of the fire battling for you (oh oh) Bleeding on American soil I bleed

The bleeding The screaming, was tearing me apart I'm better off without you and you're better off without me The beatings I remember when all the games began

Your love, your love, love Why don't you give me your love? Your love, love, your love, your love Give me your love Your love, love So give me your love, I need it Give me your love, I need it, oh yeah, oh yeah Give me your heart, I'm bleeding Uh, uh,

Is it ever gonna, ever gonna change again? I said I played this song So many times before That the melody keeps repeating Growing new ideas Flowing chords and notes Like a mountain river bleeding Well, I say as I look back And all the thoughts I've had

The bleeding The screaming, was tearing me apart I'm better off without you and you're better off without me The beatings I remember when all the games began

Your sting red full stops my skin, dotted, scratch scratch, now I’m bleeding. Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings. There’s bears in the wood and they’re out to get me, And I’m safe from harm if I stay in this chalet. And hold me tight