.Anchor men spike their blood
Wear a mask of mud, cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
So no one would know how tired they've grown
Of talking and telling their lies
While the tv's change stations
Scroll messages, victims and christains both drinking blood
And they'll pray for the .
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