Leach - Intellectual

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 fucking 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