No longer shall we let these “things” walk among our planet
We are not mistaken; they have only been lied to
For them to think they were once equal
Beneath us they will continue to be
Those leeches will soon see the truth

As the blissful scent of fire, flesh, and tears fill the air
My people will grin and applaud
Though the outsiders fear us, we go on
The bodies pile up in our backyards, trophies of our success
Burning bodies in the streets!

There is no hope for the leeches
Finally the oppressors shall be oppressed
We will stand atop the piles of ash
And watch as children cry over their families
But they’re not coming back baby

Couldn’t you see that we were tired?
Tired of being forced to do your dirty work
You stood on our backs, mules we were, but not anymore
Bask in our new found glory leeches
Nothing will stop our acid reign