What sick template of normalcy, do you cut from your wrist 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! The filth from their mouth! The filth from your mouth! Regurgitate! What sick template of normalcy, do you cut from your wrist From bleeding like a stuck pig drinking down The trends the swill a fine wine to your tastes It's your own blood! It's your own blood! It's your own blood! It's your, own, blood!