Satanist Lyrics
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.
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…