Bleeding the Leeches Lyrics

And all things will come in circles
As the dogs return to their vomit
Reeking with the stench of their pride
They refuse their crown of failure

And no one is fooled by their words
Their claims to be so devout and true
A pious leech preaching to the flock
Accept your crown of failure, now!

Begging and moaning like whores
At the feet of your impotent gods
Betraying all that you claim
And still cunting for the love of your "lords"

The feeblest of lambs
Ranting their hallowed nonsense
To the thoughtless masses they gloat
Still refusing their crown of failure

Espousing the virtues
Of their latest shit laced with piss
Entranced by the sound of their own voice
Wash your tongue of the semen, now!

We defecate on your idols
The icons you worship in vain
Your "ideals" to us are an amusement
A reminder of your frailty
And the day when come when all such vermin
Are cast out with the refuse

You may raise your chalice of nothing
And salute the leech that you are
Be certain and assured in the knowledge
You've been counted among Christ's flock
Be wary of all your days ahead
Your time will end sooner than thought
Expelled among the feces you've fed on
And buried in a liar's grave

We mock you!
Relentlessly!