Hirudineans Lyrics
| Song | Hirudineans |
| Artist | Dark Fortress |
| Album | Ylem |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Somewhere down the line | |
| Man created God in his image | |
| Inadequacy on a pedestal | |
| A basin for a lake of tears to drown in | |
| And here we go again | |
| Where there’s blood, there’s hirudineans | |
| Crawling from every hole, blotting blindly | |
| A brainless mob on the prowl | |
| Sycophants cough their amen | |
| Follow the light at the end of the auricle | |
| Egos inflate as the bugs migrate | |
| Every blurp a revelation, an oracle | |
| Fall, fall, fall, like flies from the heavens | |
| The leeches slide from their slippy throne | |
| Suck, suck, suck, till we drown in their muck | |
| Still quetching away, splitting heads with their drone | |
| I will not waste my time | |
| I will not waste my anger | |
| Trying to find the head on a worm | |
| With a rectum on either end | |
| A lie in a frame is still a profanity | |
| A ghoul with a crown can never be king | |
| Even crap will succumb to vanity | |
| Its own stench the measure of all things | |
| Fall, fall, fall, like drunks from a tight rope | |
| Nothing but a skidmark in history | |
| Suck, suck, suck, empty heads run amok | |
| Choking on self-digesting misery | |
| Eyes will open | |
| Only when the ass starts burning | |
| Atrophied tentacles start groping | |
| Always loping, never learning | |
| Deeper and deeper | |
| Into the swamp you sing with every word | |
| To rot on its bottom | |
| Until the stink hearalds the next outpour of turds |
| Somewhere down the line | |
| Man created God in his image | |
| Inadequacy on a pedestal | |
| A basin for a lake of tears to drown in | |
| And here we go again | |
| Where there' s blood, there' s hirudineans | |
| Crawling from every hole, blotting blindly | |
| A brainless mob on the prowl | |
| Sycophants cough their amen | |
| Follow the light at the end of the auricle | |
| Egos inflate as the bugs migrate | |
| Every blurp a revelation, an oracle | |
| Fall, fall, fall, like flies from the heavens | |
| The leeches slide from their slippy throne | |
| Suck, suck, suck, till we drown in their muck | |
| Still quetching away, splitting heads with their drone | |
| I will not waste my time | |
| I will not waste my anger | |
| Trying to find the head on a worm | |
| With a rectum on either end | |
| A lie in a frame is still a profanity | |
| A ghoul with a crown can never be king | |
| Even crap will succumb to vanity | |
| Its own stench the measure of all things | |
| Fall, fall, fall, like drunks from a tight rope | |
| Nothing but a skidmark in history | |
| Suck, suck, suck, empty heads run amok | |
| Choking on selfdigesting misery | |
| Eyes will open | |
| Only when the ass starts burning | |
| Atrophied tentacles start groping | |
| Always loping, never learning | |
| Deeper and deeper | |
| Into the swamp you sing with every word | |
| To rot on its bottom | |
| Until the stink hearalds the next outpour of turds |
| Somewhere down the line | |
| Man created God in his image | |
| Inadequacy on a pedestal | |
| A basin for a lake of tears to drown in | |
| And here we go again | |
| Where there' s blood, there' s hirudineans | |
| Crawling from every hole, blotting blindly | |
| A brainless mob on the prowl | |
| Sycophants cough their amen | |
| Follow the light at the end of the auricle | |
| Egos inflate as the bugs migrate | |
| Every blurp a revelation, an oracle | |
| Fall, fall, fall, like flies from the heavens | |
| The leeches slide from their slippy throne | |
| Suck, suck, suck, till we drown in their muck | |
| Still quetching away, splitting heads with their drone | |
| I will not waste my time | |
| I will not waste my anger | |
| Trying to find the head on a worm | |
| With a rectum on either end | |
| A lie in a frame is still a profanity | |
| A ghoul with a crown can never be king | |
| Even crap will succumb to vanity | |
| Its own stench the measure of all things | |
| Fall, fall, fall, like drunks from a tight rope | |
| Nothing but a skidmark in history | |
| Suck, suck, suck, empty heads run amok | |
| Choking on selfdigesting misery | |
| Eyes will open | |
| Only when the ass starts burning | |
| Atrophied tentacles start groping | |
| Always loping, never learning | |
| Deeper and deeper | |
| Into the swamp you sing with every word | |
| To rot on its bottom | |
| Until the stink hearalds the next outpour of turds |
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