Wormhole - Saint Vitus

Winding through the backroads of my mind

Tryna find a corner to get high

All my windowpanes are clear

My friend the dragon’s already here

Hungry zombie lookin' for a meal

Barters with a hag, can you strike a deal?

Seven white horses passin' by

Demon fire in their eyes

Backwoods livin' is the life for me

The beast or the sloth is what keeps me free

My creepy little troll is sittin' in a tree

With a bag full of bottles for the mosh pit scene

Smoking up the cobwebs in my head

Strolling along with the walking dead

I always feel safe in a sacred place

Far away from the human race