Leeching, latching on
*******, bleeding dry
Knowing, what goes on
Laughing, while I cry.

and all the mighty words,
that sank when I fell down,
are rising up again,
with no translation to be found.

they're crashing into chairs,
stumbling into fights,
chewing through my eardrums like
hungry termites.

when you stop tryin' to fight it,
you stop tryin' to hide it,
they know all about it,
and you got nothin' left to lie with.