[Baker, Bridgers]
Will you be a satanist with me?
Mortgage, I feel so good by your dream
Vacation home in Florida
The collateral, the devil's repossessin' 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 burn my cash and smash my old TV
[Dacus, Bridgers]
Will you be a nihilist with me?
If nothin' 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 traps
You wonder, you wonder
You wonder, you wonder
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