LEECHES

Leeches surrounded
Conscience is throbbin'
They can't sleep at night
Hold their pillows tight
Caught in the river
Of tears that I cried

Bountiful harvest
They flock to my garden
Push their way inside
I go run and hide
They lift all the covers, pull me
Into their sight

Slimy and superficial
Strainin' their artificial
Yappin' to seem official
Makin' it beneficial to their cause

How much blood can you draw with your claws
From a flesh that's not yours?
My hands aren't yours and
Gnaw on my bones, no marrow left
To keep you enthralled
I guess that is the luck of the draw, oh-oh-oh

Let all their friends in
The enemy's present
They don't think too hard
'Bout your fragile heart
They eat off the table that you set
So you starve

Stop all your breathing
No, don't let them see you
They'll find any way
Just to make you stay
Right where they want you
In their piss-covered games

Slimy and superficial
Strainin' their artificial
Yappin' to seem official
Makin' it beneficial to their cause

How much blood can you draw with your claws
From a flesh that's not yours?
My hands aren't yours and
Gnaw on my bones, no marrow left
To keep you enthralled
I guess that is the luck of the draw, oh-oh-oh