The Grey Tide - Leeched

Lay across the stones

Take in the liquid

Bear the weight of the words

Make it stop

Make it stop

The either makes its way down your throat

Tearing and burning the membrane

Don’t fight it, it fades the skin and seals the cracks

Obey, waiting, weeping

The claws, the needles

Take me to the next hell

The claws pierce

The claws, the needles

It’s all about the last time

The claws pierce

You’ll take my core

Gripping what’s left of my hands

You’ll take my will

Eating all the remains of my skull

You’ll take my core

I’ve lost what’s left of my skin

You’ll take my will

But you won’t take my name

The relief comes in steel

Forged, a solution of iron

It will rust me

It will all rust

Until I break

Until I flood

Until I break

You’ll take my core

Gripping what’s left of my hands

You’ll take my will

Eating all the remains of my skull

You’ll take my core

I’ve lost what’s left of my skin

You’ll take my will

But you won’t take my name

Drowning, tearing, burning

The relief comes in steel

Forged, a solution of iron

It will all rust

I will rust

Take a last breath

Make it stop

Make it stop