
Leeches
by Dellamorte Dellamore· from Of Death And Love
(You) Small minds take cover behind words
too big and precious for your filthy mouths.
Twisting, distorting, just a carcass is left.
You're eager to use us, to get what you want
You add fuel to the fire, if you see it fit.
Perverting all meaning, to fit your own needs.
You're nothing but vermin, sucking our blood dry.
Empty words and empty eyes, served with flashing lights to distract us.
The ghost is long gone, but nobody seems to notice the empty shell left behind.
What are we gonna believe in now, when all the fakes and cheats blend in so well with the crowd
Forced to play by your rules
we refuse to surrender
deaf to dead words
stakes can't be higher
You're nothing but vermin, sucking our blood dry.