In Flames - Leeches lyrics

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 grips 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 grips 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 itg rips it hurts they make you bleed your turn

The chance of a lifetime, how does it feel to be alive?