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