The main lyric is an early musing on my “work is for jerks” view of 9 to 5 life…and how quickly the decades slip by in such a world…but with the “bled” part I was also thinking of my own past, particularly when I was about 8 or 9 years old and threw a sharp stone at this little kid in retaliation for how he hit me with a huge rock. I nailed him in the forehead from quite a distance at a high speed; it cut him, but in retrospect it easily could have killed him. I remember the stunned look on his face. Memories like that make time “bleed.” Re-opening wounds and regrets, etc.
Youth is such a strange combination of innocence and thoughtless evil.