We're kicking and we're screaming all the way to the grave We were promised something better but when it couldn't be named We scorched a bit of earth, and did it all for the fame And a comfortable position when eternity came Don't you kids all wanna wear the mark of the beast? Don't you wanna know what it's been doing to me? Don't it ever scare you when they all seem to think That you mean every word that you say? Should I trade all of my blue skies for bitter truths? Or my good name for just a slightly better view? I'll do whatever you want me to do.