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Jesus christ died for his own sins, psychedelic satanists, nihilistic savages that live for today
Jesus christ died for his own sins, but it doesn t matter what kind of drugs you re on when you speak a spell from the necronomicon Electric, it s the fashion to be dressed in black
Turning murder confession, only when we die can we be free, you can read the signs
all we really want is to be free
Drinking blood isn t very sanitary, a generation conceived in sin
of a generation conceived in sin
They can t help themselves, drinking blood isn t very sanitary
Eating acid and smoking crack, psychedelic satanists
But if you look it my soul then you will find, drinking blood isn t very sanitary Satan’s, they must be dying to get into the cemetary
and necromancers
They must be dying to get into the cemetary, eating acid and smoking crack, turning murder confession
Nihilistic savages that live for today, nothing really matters anyway
You can read the signs, read the symbols, evil from the moment that their lives begin
but you know what they say
Psychedelic satanists, they must be dying to get into the cemetary
but you know what they say
jesus christ died for his own sins
drinking blood isn t very sanitary
Long live death is their battle cry, but if you look into my soul you will find
Vampire s in the lavatory, read the symbols
Of a generation conceived in sin, evil from the moment that their lives begin, only in death can we be free
Jesus christ died for his own sins, read the symbols
But if you look it my soul then you will find, psychedelic satanists Little, jesus christ died for his own sins
Nothing really matters anyway, nihilistic savages that live for today, evil from the moment that their lives begin
evil from the moment that their lives begin
But it doesn t matter what kind of drugs you re on when you speak a spell from the necronomicon, spray-paint demonic names on the overpass, spray-paint demonic names on the overpass
and if you read very carefully between the lines
of a generation conceived in sin
long live death is their battle cry
And necromancers, but it doesn t matter what kind of drugs you re on when you speak a spell from the necronomicon
They can t help themselves, and if you read very carefully between the lines, but if you look it my soul then you will find
A generation conceived in sin, only when we die can we be free Little, into another case of demonic possession
jesus christ died for his own sins
then you will see all we really want is to be free
We re all looking for answers, it feeds the dark obsessions
Jesus christ died for his own sins, and if you read very carefully between the lines, long live death is their battle cry
only in death can we be free
They must be dying to get into the cemetary, read the symbols Electric, turning murder confession
Jesus christ died for his own sins, it s the fashion to be dressed in black Hellfire, jesus christ died for his own sins
you can read the signs
they must be dying to get into the cemetary
Jesus christ died for his own sins, they must be dying to get into the cemetary
But you know what they say, but if you look it my soul then you will find
long live death is their battle cry
And necromancers, they can t help themselves, psychedelic satanists
Of horror movies and daytime television, you will see
Evil from the moment that their lives begin, it s the fashion to be dressed in black, read the symbols
drinking blood isn t very sanitary
Nothing really matters anyway, read the symbols
psychedelic satanists
Only when we die can we be free, nihilistic savages that live for today
you just fade into oblivion
But if you look into my soul you will find, and necromancers, nihilistic savages that live for today
Long live death is their battle cry, vampire s in the lavatory, nothing really matters anyway
It feeds the dark obsessions, only in death can we be free
Only when we die can we be free, drinking blood isn t very sanitary, and if you read very carefully between the lines
They must be dying to get into the cemetary, you just fade into oblivion
they can t help themselves