Leech letra

Here drives the janitor to refute range
so gently rendered to illogical strains
Within its path lies a coat that turns
where once intent is now rendered infirm

This is the haute couture of the leech
that preys upon its subject in an eminent way
I can't play the Roman fool and die of my own sword
What fool the beggar when he gets no
gets no reward

Fuel my revulsion with a nerve so strong
so vile
Here comes the rain
here it comes again

Ride your own waves and waive the rules of fair play
Who keeps a straight bat when the umpire turns away?
Play the frail equal as the tide turns towards you
But tea and sympathy has never been one of my strong points

No Choice - Letras

• Bitter Vicar
• Book Cooking
• Come My Hour
• CUT
• Dry River Finishing
• Grip
• I Dont believe in your lies
• If Logic's First (We're Coming Second)
• Leech
• Pollute and Polarize
• Prey
• Scale Climber's Revenge
• Sonny
• The Eleventh Hour
• The Prize
• Wonderland