Leech

Flower of your face
I broken simple sentence
I don't speak
Bleed my plastic pen
With all this empty anger
That's eating

Fumble for my faith
I've lost in chapel sorrows
I don't seek
Sudden sins apply
They only suck the silence
From in me

Ooh, ah ah
He caresses this out of me
Without ever knowing
I've got gods in my head that bleed

With the sound of your sigh
I'm left leeching this life
For the power to be
Imperfectly clean

Saved they often say
From what I've always wondered
And I'm waiting
Cut the canon clean
With all the thoughts I'm thinking
And feeling

Ooh, ah ah
He caresses this out of me
Without ever knowing it
I've got gods in my head that bleed

With the sound of your sigh
I'm left leeching this life
For the power to be
Imperfectly clean

Ooh, ah ah
He caresses this out of me
Without ever knowing
I've got gods in my head that bleed

With the sound of your sigh
I've left leeching this life
For the power to be
Imperfectly clean