Will you be a satanist with me?
Mortgage off your soul to buy your dream
Vacation home in Florida: The collateral
The devil’s repossessing from me
Trying to score some off brand ecstasy

Will you be an anarchist with me?
Sleep in cars and kill the bourgeoisie
At least until you find out what a fake I am
Spray paint my initials on an ATM
I’d burn my cash and smash my old TV

Will you be a nihilist with me?
If nothing matters, man, that’s a relief
Solomon had a point when he wrote Ecclesiastes
If nothing can be known, then stupidity is holy
If the void becomes a bore, we’ll treat ourselves to some self belief

You wonder
If you can even be seen
From so far away
A slow pull, a seismic drift
Leaning over the edge of a continent
It’s so hard to come back
You hang on until it drags
You under