LEECHES
Leeches surrounded, conscience is throbbing
They can't sleep at night, hold their pillows tight
Caught in the rivers of the 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
Straining their artificial
Yapping to seem official
Making 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
Let all their friends in, the enemy's present
They don't think too hard about 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 find any way just to make you stay
Right where they want you, in their piss-covered games
Slimy and superficial
Straining their artificial
Yapping to seem official
Making 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
They can't sleep at night, hold their pillows tight
Caught in the rivers of the 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
Straining their artificial
Yapping to seem official
Making 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
Let all their friends in, the enemy's present
They don't think too hard about 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 find any way just to make you stay
Right where they want you, in their piss-covered games
Slimy and superficial
Straining their artificial
Yapping to seem official
Making 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
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Writer(s): Melanie Adele Martinez, Simon Rosen
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