It's the fashion to be dressed in black
Eating acid and smoking crack
But it doesn't matter what kind of d** 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 overpa**
Vampire s** 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 d**h can we be free
Only when we die can we be free
Only in d**h can we be free
Only when we die can we be free
"Long live d**h!" 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