Feed me with my pride, satiate the liar.
Bleed me in your arms, let me be devoured.

Now you see me, now you don't.

You see, the leech is fed but I can't deny,
the blood that was bled really wasn't mine.
I said I loved you, should know I lied, lied. . .

Lead me to the light, blind me with devotion.
Read me, I rely on all of your emotions.