Cripple the Herd - Leeched

Born in sand

Nurtured in lead

Grieve the earth that I ruined with my hands

Hatred embedded for you country and your kin

Grieve my family as they flee from his grasp

Light the torches at the slums and the dirt

They’ll use their fingers to claw at the walls

Cut their daughters

Crucify their sons

Let their mothers watch you cripple the herd