Is there anything after "the end?" If there is, will it bring happiness, or just more pain? And, are we to be judged by The Decider when we get there?
The inspiration, if you can call it that, for the song comes from the band's own recent experiences.
"We've lost a few people recently that we were close to. It does tend to make you ponder the universe, and whether you get a second act," says Butch Dante, guitarist.
Filmed on location in the Texas panhandle, the video will be the second of a triptych of films written by Butch, focused on the band"s main preoccupation: the fact that the world is ending and people should be kinder to each other while it does.
The Imbeciles are preparing for the release of their self-titled debut album, of thirteen imploded songs which rarely last more than two minutes.
Recorded on tape in eight deranged days on the Texan-Mexican border, it's packed with stripped-down musical information and resonant with atmosphere.
"We're trying not to adhere to the conventional wisdom of what a band should be, and who should be in it," Dante believes.
"Jads is a jazz-trained drummer who can roll off the beat in a Mitch Mitchell sort of way, the keyboardist comes from classical and jazz, and as the punk anchor with my lack of musical ability,
"I default to heavy power chords, based around fierce rock riffs. Those riffs, a strong drum-beat and aggressive bass are all very commercially viable.
"We might shift off into a hinterland of jazz-infused prog, but we bring it back. Because we want people to listen."
The fragments of barked and mutilated lyrics aren't singer-songwriter straight. But nor are they random.
"We want people to think what's going on is not right," Butch continues.
"That's the theme of this album: you're all fucked, we're heading for a dystopian future. But before you fuck off, you could be nicer.
"The music sounds angry, but it"s driven by frustration at people being vile to each other, and inequality.
"The kindness that used to be part of our DNA has been expunged. Our leaders are embarrassed by it.
"But the only thing that will solve the world's problems is ubiquitous kindness."
The album, though, avoids lectures. "The band-name's designed to say we're as foolish as anyone else."
Butch Dante once met Hunter S. Thompson, still admiring his hero afterwards although it was "like talking to an otter on acid" he recalls, demonstrating the experience with a gabbling howl.
Gonzo they may be, but The Imbeciles remain productively committed to their path.