Sold My Soul to Satan Waiting in Line at the Mall

[Intro: Vancouver Sleep Clinic]
Stakes, washed away, washed away
I'm burning down

[Verse 1: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Roll up, and I light a fucking match to the gas, no gas mask
Make it splash, and all of a sudden, I'm getting ashes
Lasting more than I can fathom
Mass appeal is real it seems, mass didn't appeal to me
Six-six-six, wrists glisten 'cause of slits
Heads missing, so I split
Driven apathy, actually traffic
No tragic car accidents happen
You're just a fucking blip
It only matters 'cause we're matter scatterin' around a hole that gets blacker

[Bridge: Vancouver Sleep Clinic, YUNG CHRIST]
Stakes, washed away, washed away
I'm burning down
Stakes, washed away, washed away
Hold up before I blow up
Hold up before-
I'm burning down

[Verse 2: YUNG CHRIST, RUBY DA CHERRY]
Hold up before I blow up
Give me one more time I can pour up
Got the wheels spinnin', but my blood's thinning
Oddy telling me that it's time to quit it—but I can't, I'll faint
Just one little taste real quick, so I get straight
I'm so in debt with this shit, I can't pay
I'm so in love with this shit, I can't think, mind gone blank
I just keep sinking, ducked out, sleeping
These drugs my weakness
Seek this money, wrist keep bleeding (Ooh—)
And it's seeming that the death of me is gonna be these demons

[Chorus: RUBY DA CHERRY & Vancouver Sleep Clinic]
Sold my soul to Satan waiting in line at the mall
Stakes, washed away, washed away
I got six phones, I got six homes
I got a grave six feet tall
I'm burning down
Stakes—
What do I know?
Failed chemistry
—washed away, washed away
Hated religion, fuck it all
I'm burning down

[Outro: Vancouver Sleep Clinic]
Stakes, washed away, washed away
I'm burning down