Leeches.
Like leeches
"In 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 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 believe 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
