Satan's Little Helpers

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