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