This morning I can't tell if I'm nihilist, or religious
Or if there's even a difference
If God made the West Texas highway
Guess there probably isn't
There's a darkness in my bones
It reaches all the way down to the mud
There's a spark that's in your eyes
It catches flame, and it burns all through my blood

And every friend locked up or raided
It's reason enough to go all in
To raise the stakes, to call the bluff
To burn all the world down for the sake of the ash
For the things that we've got coming
Through the storm of gasoline and broken glass

This morning I can't tell if I'm anarchist, or religious
Or if there's even a difference
If I'm waiting for the right time to act
Well, guess there probably isn't
There's a darkness in my bones
It reaches all the way down to the mud
There's a spark that's in your eyes
It catches flame, and it burns all through my blood