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.
Sanguijuelas
Olvidense de ustedes mismos.
Todos van a arder en el infierno.
No tienen ninguna característica redentora.
Sanguijuelas de amor.
Si tus manos pudieran hablar,
Se estrangularían hasta la muerte
Antes de ser atrapadas
Han visto el horror.
No bebo el vino
Y no puedo soportar las mentiras.
Un millón de Ave Marías no te salvarán ahora
Estamos quemando todas tus iglesias.