Northlane - Leech Lyrics
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Leech
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What Are The Lyrics For Leech By Northlane?
Follow me underwater
Until the searchlights leave the shore Follow me underwater Until we find what we're looking for Plastic oceans, plastic farms Cover your footprints like a band-aid on a broken arm They found the pipeline through the soul in the soil I thought this place never changed But now the reefs are bleeding smells of oil And the forests are up in flames You fell asleep, you fell asleep, you fell asleep While your bed burned You fell asleep, you fell asleep, you fell asleep While your bed burned Give me a reason, tell me why we lost our reason Tell me the truth, not an excuse Cause we have everything to lose Plastic oceans, plastic farms Cover your footprints like a band-aid on a broken arm There's a cancer in our lifeblood, so silently it grew The streams of least resistance poison me and poison you There's a virus in the air, that drags the wind out from my chest I don't see a way out All I see is a sphere of unrest Show me a way out Show me a way out Show me a way out Follow me underwater Until the searchlights leave the shore Follow me underwater Until we find what we're looking for Plastic oceans, plastic farms Cover your footprints like a band-aid on a broken arm You fell asleep, you fell asleep, you fell asleep While your bed burned You fell asleep, you fell asleep, you fell asleep While your bed burned |
What's The Duration Of The Leech By Northlane?The duration of Leech is 4:21 minutes and seconds. |
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