I am the pentagram in a prayer book 
so electrical and surreal 
I am the crown of thorns on a wendigo 
how inevitably unreal 

I'm naked in the rain, slow dancing with the dead
an idiotic slideshow flickering inside my head 
I'm walking down the only road I've ever known
plethora of bullshit is pouring out of my soul 

I don't even know what's going on

you are the vengeful god of abraham 
so insatiable and surreal 
you're never ever going to let me go 
you are inevitable and real 

heil to you my to you my man 
and your lesson of the day:
when you swastikulate 
I go blind and you get paid 
we, the walking dead appreciate the irony...