Leeches.
Like leeches
"In 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 (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 believe 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