Leeches

Leeches 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 This burns It rips, it hurts Leeches 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 This 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?