Lyrics ------------------------------- Leeches surrounded, conscience is throbbing They can’t sleep at night, hold their pillows tight Caught in the river of tears that I cried Bountiful harvest, they flock to my garden Push their way inside, I go run and hide They lift all the covers, pull me into their sight Slimy and superficial Straining their artificial yapping to seem official Making it beneficial to their cause How much blood can you draw with your claws From a flesh that’s not yours? My hands aren’t yours and Gnaw on my bones no marrow Left to keep you enthralled I guess that is the luck of the draw Let all their friends in, the enemy's present They don't think too hard 'bout your fragile heart They eat off the table that you set, so you starve Stop all your breathing (Huh) No, don't let them see you They find any way just to make you stay Right where they want you in their piss-covered games Slimy and superficial Straining their artificial yapping to seem official Making it beneficial to their cause How much blood can you draw with your claws From a flesh that’s not yours? My hands aren’t yours and Gnaw on my bones no marrow Left to keep you enthralled I guess that is the luck of the draw, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah i'm running out of caption ideas! Anyways, credits to you love, @--little_bows--
