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 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 (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 the continent It's so hard to come back You hang on until it drags You under You under You under You under