I would walk all over you

except that I'm not really like that. My style has more to do with forks and knives and the glow of candlelight on warm skin tipsy turning room makes people feel light and happy and slightly sick maybe it's that lingering taste of blood and sweat and maybe it's that tiny twisted thought in the back of your mind that slight sour feeling in your stomach that you've done the worst possible thing.. but as you sip more and see the laughing giddy faces around you start to swirl you let your worries slip away up up like the smoke up into the smoggy ceiling, leaving morals memories and spines for the less cannibalistic.