Neck deep in your own disgust,nPut your life into hands that you know you can't trust.nAs if controlled by remote, nNow you can't spit back up what's been shoved down your throat.nA reality check just isn't enough,nAt the bottom of the barrel and you can't quite look up.nBlades of grass never seemed to matter so much,nWhen your six feet under using hope as a crutch.nnNow look who's bruised.