Praise Your Blades - Leeched

When the rain seeps through the cracks

Age the metal and learn the facts

Covers with canvas, the coils will break and burn

All memories soaked and hanged

Now show yourself at the gates

To praise your blades

They draw out so dull

Heartless hands wrapped

The edge has been weakened

Ready to be torn

Sewage runs in the streets

Rotting the limbs from the peasants

There’s still profit in the meat

When the rain seeps through the cracks

Age the metal and learn facts

Heartless hands wrapped

Watch while the mother fucks

This is the city

This is the city

All memories soaked and hanged

Now show yourself at the gates

Heartless hands wrapped

Heartless hands wrapped

This is the city

This is the city