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