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

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