I sold my soul to the wolf god, knowing that the end was coming
And I would need strength and cunning to survive
So alive: liquid moonlight slides over blood on my fur
alpha musculature, limitless,
mouth full of nightmares, bayonets on my fingertips
No fear, no friends, no family, no witnesses
My mission is survival over rivals and competitors: the apex predator
The king of the wasteland, solitary sovereign
My subjects: whatever flesh I press my claws in
Yeah, the first few months of the apocalypse were everything I wanted
But now I wonder where it all went
These humans are so weak; I haven’t seen one for weeks
But I smell ‘em and my stomach speaks
As I learned how to hunt, they learned how to hide
I killed so many, but they survived and I died

Respawn and remember
The chorus always returns
Why does this apocalypse feel so familiar?
How many deaths ‘til I learn?
my way back, my way home

The second time I faced the end of the world, I sold my soul to the tortoise god
And built a bunker in the mountains
With years of canned food, ammunition and supplies
After one month, choked on some jerky and died
The third time I faced the end of the world
I sold my soul to the spider god and preyed on lone travelers
Until one "lone" traveler’s family found me
I burned with my own web wrapped around me
fourth time I faced the end of the world
I sold my soul to the bear god and just tried to hibernate through it
It worked; I made it further than the other runs
But never stopped to wonder: further toward what?
The fifth time I faced the end of the world
I sold my soul to the snake god: eyes bottomless
wore a nice suit, spoke with a lotta confidence on his podcast
He said, men needed to be dominant,
and just take what we want and then forget the consequences
Just be cynical, the stoic, the mythical, the rugged individual
Unlike those immigrants, trans people and criminals
You’ll be one real man, under god, indivisible
…I listened, I bought all of his supplements
put every attribute point I had into toughness
Learned other people were dead weight
so I was all alone when the end came
And all alone there’s no escape

Respawn and remember
The chorus always returns
Why does this apocalypse feel so familiar?
How many deaths ‘til we learn?
our way back, our way home

The next time I face the end of the world
I won’t sell my soul; I’ll give it freely away
To everyone I love, I will give thanks
‘Cause it was never individual strength that dictates
who makes it, it took humility and patience to learn:
No apocalypse is final or first
a new one every minute, we learn
from who survived, we learn from those who didn’t
we learn to live with limits, and we learn how to hear
The music of a world as it’s breakin'
The question was never whether this is the end or not
It’s what kind of end will we make it?
I never learned much, but with help, I learned how to hear
The music of a world as it’s breakin’
The question was never whether this is the end or not
It’s what kind of end will we make it?