In Praise of Leeches - All Out War

Drunk on their venom

Slither in the service of snakes

Fade in regression

We hold fast onto what remains

Mindless

We praise these leeches and uphold their empty words

We maintain the sickness and stay clueless within the storm

In praise of leeches

We arise the banner of deceit

In praise of leeches

Crawling serving shallow greed

In this torment

We will distort the truth

Devoid

No resistance

Content parade of fools

In praise of leeches

In praise of empty words

We feed with the rats and move along with the herd

Stand with the tyrants

Fed by poisoned roots

Such devotion shown to demons

We conceal these infectious wounds

They give us addictions and we will consume their lies

Crawling among the ashes

We are easily pacified

And yet we play the victim

When we should play the fool

We’ve chosen our allegiance

Drunk on their venom

Exhale the hate they preach

Choke on the silence

Witness to our own defeat

Divide into factions

We undo all ties that bind

We fall in disgrace

The blind lead the blind

Slither in the service of snakes

Their forked tongues spit disease

In control

They feed us addictions to subvert and oppose