Analysis of Knock Knock

Knock, knock.  Who the fuck is there?  You little shit can’t you see I’m trying to die here.  Swine and crew in the frigid hue come to royally fuck your up.  Buzzing strings left their mark on me.  Fall to the floor and I fade away.  Haul me off and deem me insane.  I’ll give you a reason to cry.  

Wake me up just to stab at me, drawing out my source of vitality.  Pull me in and through me back again, further into the storm since I entered your world.  

I heard the Devil knocking, so I decided to let him in.  He raised his head, looked at me and said I’ll reward you for your sins.  Then God jumped down from his cloud high above the rest, raised his sword, took his aim and plunged it into my chest.  As I bled he says to me, my child I am ashamed.  All the things I’ve given you, and still you choose to hate.  With my last breath I did reply, ever so true and bold.  My lord you may have given me life, but you left me without a soul.  

Pardon me, do you feel the same now that you’ve been force fed your changing fate?  Tell me again why am I ashamed?  En nomine Deus et Satanu et Manon