A tear for the poet that can’t be heard
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 it rips it hurts, they make you bleed your turn
The chance of a lifetime, how does it feel to be alive?
| — | In Flames - Leeches |
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