Leeches surrounded, conscience is throbbing

They can′t sleep at night, hold their pillows tight

Caught in the rivers of the tears that I criedBountiful 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 ′bout 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