Every friday at three
shadows escape from the factory
If you can go to the show,
hurry up and get back to me
Tonight we meet underground
where the air is thick like mud,
and the bands make noise
that we call audio blood
Every weekend we're igniting
like chemical fires
Youth centers fill with teens
They fill with vampires
Sweating in the dark we're freed
as the weight of the week
falls away with a thud
Sweating in the dark we feed
on the forms in the light;
on the floor we're the flood
We bleed, we bleed, we bleed
Audio blood

And all through the week,
whispers follow the shadows down the halls
Our handstamps fade,
and I cringe at the stupid names we're called
Every weekend we are massing,
seeking sonic escape
The shadows flood the floor
and start to take shape

This is how we bleed in audio
let down your skin,
let the wind blow through your veins