we just love to talk real big don't we?nlike celebrities with megaphones and stomach pumpsnoh, how the floors shake when we're onnshake like a kid's first home invasionnthe flashlightsnthe shakingnour hands do what we tell them tonand for that I'm sorrynbut don't tell anyonenjust let it bleednso start the pressesnring the bellsnstart the salivatingnare we famous yet?nthe dead love the dead and the sick hate the sicknand for that I'm sorrynbut don't tell anyonentell everyonenyeah, let it bleednhold back your headngrab the bridgenlet it bleed