Leeched The Grey Tide
Lay across the stones
Take in the liquid
Bear the weight of the words
Make it stop
Make it stop
The either makes its way down your throat
Tearing and burning the membrane
Don't fight it, it fades the skin and seals the cracks
Obey, waiting, weeping
The claws, the needles
Take me to the next hell
The claws pierce
The claws, the needles
It's all about the last time
The claws pierce
You'll take my core
Gripping what's left of my hands
You'll take my will
Eating all the remains of my skull
You'll take my core
I've lost what's left of my skin
You'll take my will
But you won't take my name
The relief comes in steel
Forged, a solution of iron
It will rust me
It will all rust
Until I break
Until I flood
Until I break
You'll take my core
Gripping what's left of my hands
You'll take my will
Eating all the remains of my skull
You'll take my core
I've lost what's left of my skin
You'll take my will
But you won't take my name
Drowning, tearing, burning
The relief comes in steel
Forged, a solution of iron
It will all rust
I will rust
Take a last breath
Make it stop
Make it stop
