Leeches surrounding
Conscience is throbbing
They can't sleep at night
Hold their pillows tight
Caught in the rivers
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
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'S 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 they 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'S THE LUCK
OF THE DRAW