Leeches. like leeches. `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 (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?