we're Like leeches
In ignorance we trust
If you say this way
I will take that way
Fuel for the fire
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 preach to us
Words of wisdom
From blocked minds
Spit me out
When I don't belong
Save me the beat
You'll be forgotten and gone
This 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
Praise the artist
That steals
Spit me out
I'm glad I don't belong
Give me the speech
You'll be forgotten, gone
It burns, it rips, it hurts
They make you bleed your turn
(It hurts)
The chance of a lifetime
How does it feel to be alive?
