Leech When all you know is changed Warped, misshapen, never the same Seeds of futility come to fruition In the pouring blackened rain Grasping at last straws Coming to grips with All this entails Searching a savior In the forms of distance You turn an indifferent eye Once begun, it is over too soon Already slipping to twilight Your callous words are the stars and moon You could not leave me here The horizon is much too far You could not leave me Binding with shadows in the barren waste Epitaph Hunted Peace given through virtue of sins The day seen through an amorous light You are given nothing All you have is what's to blame You are given nothing All you have is what's to blame...