Letra de Blood Drinkers

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!