Leeches
Leeches, we are creatures, "in ignorance we trust"
If you say this way I will take that way
Fuel for the fire on which I thrive
Spit me out, I'm glad I don't belong
Save me the speech, you'll be forgotten and gone
It burns, it rips it hurts
Leeches, they preach to us, words of wisdom from blocked minds
Spit me out, I'm glad I don't belong
Save me the speech, you'll be forgotten and gone
It burns, it rips it hurts, they make you bleed your turn
The chance of a lifetime, how does it feel to be alive?
A tear for the poet that can't be heard, praise the artist that steals
Spit me out, I'm glad I don't belong
Save me the speech, you'll be forgotten and gone
It burns, it rips it hurts, they make you bleed your turn (it hurts)
The chance of a lifetime, how does it feel to be alive?