Leeched Praise Your Blades
When the rain seeps through the cracks
Age the metal and learn the facts
Covers with canvas, the coils will break and burn
All memories soaked and hanged
Now show yourself at the gates
To praise your blades
They draw out so dull
Heartless hands wrapped
The edge has been weakened
Ready to be torn
Sewage runs in the streets
Rotting the limbs from the peasants
There's still profit in the meat
When the rain seeps through the cracks
Age the metal and learn facts
Heartless hands wrapped
Watch while the mother f..cks
This is the city
This is the city
All memories soaked and hanged
Now show yourself at the gates
Heartless hands wrapped
Heartless hands wrapped
This is the city
This is the city
