I met a Satanist who said that he was on his way to heaven

I grabbed a pamphlet from a catholic inside the 7-11

Everybody's talking bout some God up in the sky

While I'm lying in the meadow asking for one good reason why

They wanna leave the leaves and the birds and the bees and the sun and the moon and the heavenly breeze

I know that we're gonna die

I know but I'm feeling fine

I know we're gonna die

Waved to a spider In the hallway of my studio apartment. it's kinda small but we can both fit baby

He made a web to catch the flies and that sticky shit goes the hardest... if I'm being honest

Normally I'd tear up for that winged little beast

But eventually my atoms will become somebody's feast

Like the trees and the leaves that are home for the bees

And if nothings really real atleast its fun to believe