[Verse 1: Baker, All]

Will you be a Satanist with me?

Mortgage off your soul to buy your dream

Vacation home in Florida

The collateral the Devil's repossessin' from me

Tryin' to score some off-brand ecstasy

[Verse 2: Bridgers, All]

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

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3: Dacus, All, 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?)

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro: All]

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