Leeches

Leeches like leeches

Ignonrance 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?