Leeches کے بول

Leeches, like leeches "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 You'll be forgotten and gone It burns, It rips, It hurts They make you bleed your turn The chance of a lifetime, how does it feel to be alive? Leeches, they preach to us Words of wisdom from blocked minds. A tear for the poer that can't be hear (and) praise the artist that steals