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