| Song | Leach |
| Artist | Cryptopsy |
| Album | The Unspoken King |
| Your thin lips, curl, into a smile, | |
| Which seems so bitter. | |
| Your eyes glitter, as the nectar flows. | |
| Your foresight, must be, 20, 20. | |
| For your timing, is pristine. | |
| You seem to have, chosen, the right seat. | |
| Consume, reap the benefits, | |
| Of your, hopeless ignorance. | |
| We have, nothing left to debate, | |
| You are, a ****ing parasite. | |
| You seem to find, satisfaction, | |
| Within, the affluence of all your naïve kin. | |
| Did you really think, we wouldn't see straight through this. | |
| Act which you, portray without a conscience. | |
| Could you please, constrain yourself within this, | |
| Shattered shell, where, you've hidden all, your integrity. | |
| Seep it up, until your vain is fulfilled. | |
| Strain some more, or you will idle farther. | |
| For in this place, there is nothing further, | |
| Than to lie, in this relative darkness. | |
| I, have witnessed, this suffering, your suffering, | |
| Has led, you to, cross that line, to cross the line. [x2] | |
| Seep it up, until your vain is fulfilled. | |
| Strain some more, or you will idle farther. | |
| For in this place, there is nothing further, | |
| Than to lie, in this relative darkness. | |
| Consume, reap the benefits, | |
| Of your, hopeless ignorance. | |
| We have, nothing left to debate, | |
| You are, a ****ing parasite. | |
| Consume the benefits. | |
| Your thin lips, curl, into a smile, | |
| Which seems so bitter |
| Your thin lips, curl, into a smile, | |
| Which seems so bitter. | |
| Your eyes glitter, as the nectar flows. | |
| Your foresight, must be, 20, 20. | |
| For your timing, is pristine. | |
| You seem to have, chosen, the right seat. | |
| Consume, reap the benefits, | |
| Of your, hopeless ignorance. | |
| We have, nothing left to debate, | |
| You are, a ing parasite. | |
| You seem to find, satisfaction, | |
| Within, the affluence of all your na ve kin. | |
| Did you really think, we wouldn' t see straight through this. | |
| Act which you, portray without a conscience. | |
| Could you please, constrain yourself within this, | |
| Shattered shell, where, you' ve hidden all, your integrity. | |
| Seep it up, until your vain is fulfilled. | |
| Strain some more, or you will idle farther. | |
| For in this place, there is nothing further, | |
| Than to lie, in this relative darkness. | |
| I, have witnessed, this suffering, your suffering, | |
| Has led, you to, cross that line, to cross the line. x2 | |
| Seep it up, until your vain is fulfilled. | |
| Strain some more, or you will idle farther. | |
| For in this place, there is nothing further, | |
| Than to lie, in this relative darkness. | |
| Consume, reap the benefits, | |
| Of your, hopeless ignorance. | |
| We have, nothing left to debate, | |
| You are, a ing parasite. | |
| Consume the benefits. | |
| Your thin lips, curl, into a smile, | |
| Which seems so bitter |