What sick template of normalcy do you cut yourself from bleeding like a stuck pig drinking down the trends the swill a fine wine to your tastes never realizing that you drink your own blood demons dancing in flesh on the television showing how good it tastes beckoning for you to join in you are so eager to wrap your neck in chains and hand the other end to your enemy the look on your fearless face you swallow what they give and they swallow your identity whole the filth from their mouth the filth from your mouth regurgitate it's your own blood.