Satanist

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 the 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

(Oh, you know what I should do)

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, you under

You under, you under