Leeches like leeches Ignonrance 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 I know 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 I know 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 And praise the artist that steals Spit me out I´m glad I don´t belong Save me the speech I know 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?