Snake-eyed Cult-evader

I awoke this morning covered in what I thought was my own sweat after writhing around unconscious all night. After seven hours of twisting sleep I had hoped to be rested and ready for the day. Not the case. The moisture was actually a slimy residue from the rash of lies and deceit. The shrieking alarm was a grim reminder that I had spent the last few restless hours trying to escape the inescapable hellbilly cult that had taken me hostage. Now my nails have lengthened to talons, horns reemerged and tail sprouting, and that old evil smile is a nice compliment to snake eyes and forked tongue. Hustler credentials reinstated. Strike up the band!

NIN - Survivalism
I should have listened to her
So hard to keep control
We kept on eating but our bloated belly's still not full
She gave us all she had but we went and took some more
Can't seem to shut her legs our mother nature is a whore
I got my propaganda, I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my plan, I got survivalism

Hypnotic sounds of sirens echoing through the street
The cocking of the rifles, the marching of the feet
You see your world on fire
Don't try to act surprised
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing in your lies
I got my propaganda, I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my plan, I got survivalism

All bruised and broken, bleeding
She asked to take my hand
I turned, just keep on walking
But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance
I'm sure you'll understand
I got my propaganda, I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist, I got my plan, I got survivalism