Текст песни Leeches

Forget yourselves. You're all going to burn in hell. You have no redeeming features. Cold Blooded. Love Leeches. If your hands could talk, They'd choke themselves to death Before they were caught They have seen the horror. I don't drink the wine And I can't stomach the lies. A million Hail Mary's won't save you now We're burning all your churches down.