[Dance Music]
[Tawny]: ♪ We've got to be young while we ♪
♪ live, and live while we are young. We've got to live for tonight, 'cause tomorrow ♪
♪ won't come. Tonight is all we have, let's be fancy ♪
♪ and heartless. Time flies, never to return. In the end, ♪
♪ there's only darkness. The state of nature is war, so let's tear ♪
♪ up this joint. Why are we even existing? Can we just find ♪
♪the point? Peace is a social contract. It is only♪
♪a social contract. We'll never see the sun again -- this is♪
♪our last night on earth. We'll be dancing for the rest of our lives,♪
♪so objectively, where is the worth? But we own the night. Yes, we own the night.♪
♪But where there is no property there is
no injustice,♪
♪So how can we own the night without violating
nature itself?♪
♪Morals are a product of reason. Is that
what defines a nation?♪
♪Let's light the sky on fire to confirm
that it's not a consensual hallucination.♪
♪We have to party like we'll never see tomorrow, thereby destroying the intrinsic value♪
♪of this moment and ourselves. The certainty of death invalidates our♪
♪actions tonight.♪
[Random guy]: That one didn't even rhyme!
[Tawny]: ♪We're thrown into this universe
with no purpose, compelled to fabricate meaning.♪
♪There is no good, there is no right, and
our morals are crafted out of reason.♪
♪We are a bundle of features when taken
away leave nothing to describe.♪
♪Imagine something you can't describe -- It
doesn't exist!♪
♪And therefore, neither do you! And God is dead and we have killed him.♪
♪God is dead and we have killed him. Hope is the worst of all evils, because♪
♪it prolongs the torments of man. For his pity of man, God hath died.♪
[Guy with glasses]: Woo! You guys.
You guys are dancing the truth!
Ahh. Dancin' the truth. Feels good!
Can I buy you a drink?
