"The Devil Plies His Trade (Sn 6 Ep 3)" lyrics

Have a seat at the table, my new dear friend
And all I know, I'll tell
There is no end, no great reward
No Heaven high or Hell
Your past is a memory soon to be
Left to fade in time
Your future just a fever dream
A construct of your mind

Trade your water in for wine, my brother
While you're young and free and sound
Remember you aren't guaranteed
A second time around

Looks like you've fallen on some hard times, friend
Well, don't you find it odd
That good folks just like you and me
Feel cast aside by God
While the Gulf Coast drowns in the wind and rain
California catches fire
And it's no fault of yours nor mine
Nor a wrathful angel's choir

Trade the water for the wine, my brother
While you're young and free and sound
Remember no one's guaranteed
A second time around

All you ever needed was some help along
To see what's really true
I'll teach you all you need to know
What the world would keep from you
And I won't ask much, but in return
Just free that from your mind
Well, the deal is struck, the trade is made
We'll settle in due time