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