[00:00.00] 作词 : GELOTTE, BJOERN INGVAR / FRIDEN, ANDERS PAR / STROEMBLAD, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN
[00:01.00] 作曲 : GELOTTE, BJOERN INGVAR / FRIDEN, ANDERS PAR / STROEMBLAD, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN
[00:09.01]Leeches
[00:10.82]Like leeches
[00:14.18]In ignorance we trust
[00:26.38]If you say this way
[00:28.68]I will take that way
[00:31.16]Fuel for the fire
[00:32.53]Which I thrive
[00:35.31]Spit me out
[00:37.69]I'm glad I don't belong
[00:39.93]Save me the speech
[00:41.95]You'll be forgotten and gone
[00:52.29]This burns
[00:55.20]It rips, it hurts
[01:02.75]Leeches
[01:04.68]They preach to us
[01:07.30]Words of wisdom
[01:09.75]From blocked minds
[01:12.47]Spit me out
[01:14.79]When I don't belong
[01:17.00]Save me the beat
[01:19.32]You'll be forgotten and gone
[01:21.32]This burns, it rips, it hurts
[01:27.49]They make you bleed your turn
[01:32.56]The chance of a lifetime
[01:35.81]How does it feel to be alive?
[01:43.27]
[02:17.97]A tear for the poet
[02:19.88]That can't be heard
[02:24.16]Praise the artist
[02:25.49]That steals
[02:27.94]Spit me out
[02:30.47]I'm glad I don't belong
[02:32.43]Give me the speech
[02:34.89]You'll be forgotten, gone
[02:36.93]This burns, it rips, it hurts
[02:42.97]They make you bleed your turn
[02:46.17](It hurts)
[02:48.80]The chance of a lifetime
[02:51.41]How does it feel to be alive?
[02:55.27]

作词 : GELOTTE, BJOERN INGVAR / FRIDEN, ANDERS PAR / STROEMBLAD, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN
作曲 : GELOTTE, BJOERN INGVAR / FRIDEN, ANDERS PAR / STROEMBLAD, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN
Leeches
Like leeches
In ignorance we trust
If you say this way
I will take that way
Fuel for the fire
Which I thrive
Spit me out
I'm glad I don't belong
Save me the speech
You'll be forgotten and gone
This burns
It rips, it hurts
Leeches
They preach to us
Words of wisdom
From blocked minds
Spit me out
When I don't belong
Save me the beat
You'll be forgotten and gone
This burns, it rips, it hurts
They make you bleed your turn
The chance of a lifetime
How does it feel to be alive?
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
Give me the speech
You'll be forgotten, gone
This burns, it rips, it hurts
They make you bleed your turn
(It hurts)
The chance of a lifetime
How does it feel to be alive?