Leeches, like leeches
"Ignorance we trust"
If you say this way
I'll 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
They make you bleed your turn
The chance of a lifetime, how does it feel to be alive?

Leeches, they preach to us
Words of wisdom from blocked minds.

A tear for the poer that can't be hear
(and) praise the artist that steals