Leech Breeder Lyrics
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Album | Against the Odds(2018) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Thrash Metal |
Labels | Independent |
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2. Leech Breeder (3:22)
Natural born parasites
They're thirsty for your blood
So strong, so unfair
Your veins feed the scum
Privilege of a few ones
Perdition for the rest
The leech drains it all
Drains it all!
They're pretending they're walking beside you
A hand in your sack, a knife in your back
Pre-Chorus:
Never enough
They fuck it all
Under their blade we pay the price
Chorus:
Leech! Leechbreeder!
Your seed is growing in their minds
You are a Leech! Leechbreeder!
Your offspring will learn how to survive
Trampling on all they can!
BURN!
Doctrine from the cradle
Hungry to the grave
The pupil, the master
The victim, the prey
Epidemic virus leads a blackened fate
Those bugs raze it all
Raze it all!
They're pretending they have a friendly hand
The same that will go straight to your neck
Pre-Chorus
Chorus
I'm really sick of your existance
I am the insecticide
Forever sick of your existance
I am the insecticide
Stay away from me!
You think you're the fucking masters of the world
But the fact is you have a huge trace of misery on your back
Stepping on your prey, spit the blood you sucked
You know what? Fuck you!
Fuck!
Chorus
They're thirsty for your blood
So strong, so unfair
Your veins feed the scum
Privilege of a few ones
Perdition for the rest
The leech drains it all
Drains it all!
They're pretending they're walking beside you
A hand in your sack, a knife in your back
Pre-Chorus:
Never enough
They fuck it all
Under their blade we pay the price
Chorus:
Leech! Leechbreeder!
Your seed is growing in their minds
You are a Leech! Leechbreeder!
Your offspring will learn how to survive
Trampling on all they can!
BURN!
Doctrine from the cradle
Hungry to the grave
The pupil, the master
The victim, the prey
Epidemic virus leads a blackened fate
Those bugs raze it all
Raze it all!
They're pretending they have a friendly hand
The same that will go straight to your neck
Pre-Chorus
Chorus
I'm really sick of your existance
I am the insecticide
Forever sick of your existance
I am the insecticide
Stay away from me!
You think you're the fucking masters of the world
But the fact is you have a huge trace of misery on your back
Stepping on your prey, spit the blood you sucked
You know what? Fuck you!
Fuck!
Chorus
Against the Odds - Lyrics
1. Get Out of My Head Lyrics | ▶ 2. Leech Breeder Lyrics |
3. Technophiliac Lyrics | 4. Perseverance Lyrics |
5. Xenomorph Blood Lyrics | 6. Prince of Saiyans Lyrics |
7. Leave Your God Behind Lyrics | 8. Cut the Shit Lyrics |
9. The North Remembers Lyrics |
Against the Odds - Album Credits
Members
- Julián Baz : Vocals
- Marc Busqué "Busi" : Guitars
- Albert Requena : Guitars
- Dani Ramis : Bass
- Javi Carrión : Drums