Bloodlet The Way Of The Leeches
We are all meant to stand in a line eyes forward arms to the side and when your turn comes bow out gracefully I know what you've come for and your game you'd better believe that I came to play Double talk cross the line chatter doesn't matter I've heard that before and when our turn comes we will take this day while this little angel sleeps his head all filled with dreams a desperate soul does scream please take me away spirit drenched a moment spent contemplating a sacrament hell awaits for those who take from the one whose soul creates his visions ride on angels wings his words are like a summer's breeze heaven sent and mostly bent restraint and compassion are already spent