Lyrics:

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?