driving out into the sun let the ultraviolet cover me up went looking for a creation myth ended up with a pair of cracked lips windows down scream along to some america first rap country song a slaughterhouse an outlet mall slot machines fear of god windows down heater on big bolts of lightning hanging low over the coast everyone's convinced it’s a government drone or an alien spaceship either way we're not alone i’ll find a new place to be from a haunted house with a picket fence to float around and ghost my friends no i’m not afraid to disappear the billboard said "the end is near" i turned around there was nothing there yeah i guess the end is here
