SANGUESSUGAS

Leeches surrounded me
Are your consciences heavy?
They can't sleep at night
Hold your pillows tight
Trapped in their own destruction
Of yourself

Harvest is plentiful
They gather in the garden
Force your choices
I run and hide
They lift all the covers, pull me in
To see me

Dark and superficial
Forcing your artificialities
Whining to look official
Making it beneficial to their cause

How much blood can you suck
Of meat that is not yours?
My hands are raw
They gnaw at my bones, there's nothing left to do
To keep them fascinated
I guess it's a matter of luck, oh-oh-oh

He let all his friends in
Gift from the enemy
They don't think long
About your fragile heart
They eat from the table you prepared
That's why you go hungry

Stop all your worrying
No, don't let them see you
They will find you anyway
Just to make you stay
Exactly where they want you to be
In your mind games

Dark and superficial
Forcing your artificialities
Whining to look official
Making it beneficial to their cause

How much blood can you suck
Of meat that is not yours?
My hands are raw
They gnaw at my bones, there's nothing left to do
To keep them fascinated
I guess it's a matter of luck, oh-oh-oh