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
You wonder if you can even be seen
From so far away
A slow pull, a seismic drift
Leanin' 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