Joan haunts the backseat of a self-driving car
All of Malibu is burning and the sea smells like tar
Break lights and fist fights on the ten going east
In the mass evacuation you'll be faster on your feet
Dark in the desert lives the data complete
And the girl awaiting orders for the final delete
Quetzalcoatl's laughing at the land in defeat
Oh, to manifest your own death with your pompous destiny
Columbia, save your tears for the queen
You must have known we would die
F*ck at peace, i don't want no good dreams
I laugh as the old gods come for me