we're Like leeches
In ignorance we trustIf you say this way
I will take that way
Fuel for the fire
Which I thriveSpit me out
I'm glad I don't belong
Save me the speech
You'll be forgotten and goneIt burns
It rips, it hurtsThey 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 goneThis 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 stealsSpit 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?
