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
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?
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 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?
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