I’m a parasite I live from your pain When I come back You become less Every time I return You become… shade of yourself
People who live their lives Without meaning Like a puzzle With a missing piece
I’m the leech On your body
To stab a friend in the back A road unknown in your map Many nights when sleep was absent I found a strange truth: “There’s no friend to be stabbed And the road is… clear now!” I’m the leech On your body A perfect haven For this hideous existence I’m a parasite I live for your pain
Everyone has its path to walk Sometimes they entwine But when I come back You become less…