It's the fashion to be dressed in black Eating acid and smoking crack But it doesn't matter what kind of drugs you're on When you speak a spell from the Necronomicon You just fade into oblivion We're all looking for answers Witches, warlocks, and necromancers Following a new tradition Of horror movies and daytime television Turning murder confession Into another case of demonic possession It feeds the dark obsessions Of a generation conceived in sin Evil from the moment that your lives begin
But if you look into my soul you will find Jesus christ died for his own sins, not mine Read the symbols, you can read the signs And if you read very carefully between the lines Then you will see... all we really want is to be free All we really want is to be free
Self-styled, psychedelic Satanists Spray-paint demonic names on the overpass Vampire sex in the lavatory Drinking blood isn't very sanitary They must be dying to get into the cemetary A generation conceived in sin Evil from the moment that their lives begin
But if you look it my soul then you will find Jesus christ died for his own sins, not mine Read the symbols, you can read the signs And if you read very carefully between the lines You will see Only in death can we be free Only when we die can we be free Only in death can we be free Only when we die can we be free
"Long live death!" is their battle cry They're looking forward to the day they die Nihilistic savages that live for today They can't help themselves But you know what they say: Nothing really matters anyway Nothing really matters anyway