Stop the Bleeding - The Bronx

Dry the blood, I’m done

Feeling the separation

I’m sick of your dried blood

This is self control

Stop this standard, it never stops

It’s not gonna stop

The shame you feel

When you’re alone

Tragic, non-stop, wake up

And die, madness, weak will dead

Weight is not the answer

I tried for years just to finalize

I tried to cut the vein

Instead dry the blood

Dry the blood

Separation done

Stops this standard, it never stops

It never stops

The shame you feel

When you’re alone

Someone stop the bleeding

Fall in love, alone

Tell me there is a balance

That is self control

Stop this standard, someone stop the bleeding

Addictions I have gone cold

Give me sense of balance

That isn’t self control

Can someone stop the bleeding?

Addictions, I control

Someone stop the bleeding

Someone stop the bleeding