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?
