Leeches we're like leeches "in ignorance we [bad word]  
if you sail 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?

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
The chance of a lifetime, how does it feel to be alive?