The Leech Is Back
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His father, a slaughterhouse
Generations of insanity
Sharing the same room
We're becoming the choking belt around their necks
Overseas, flying, then crashing
Dreaming of a downpour of disasters
As the tide of mercury hits their cliffs
Why can't you scorn them?
Maybe we should at least stop following this path
Load your gun, millions and millions of dollars are coming down
Run as fast as you can
The leech is back