Pursuit of Pleasure

We're the children of black light
 And we walk these streets at night
 Our eyes have turned too white
 Around a bonfire burning bright
 We are the heretics of the world, we are the lost
 And moral absolution is no longer worth the cost
 My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
 A black celebration all for me
 My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
 Tucked in the flames of heresy
 We are the faithful group
 And in the shadows we collude
 To terminate all ...
 And if we're meant the will ...
 We are the heretics of the world, we are the lost
 And moral absolution is no longer worth the cost
 My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
 A black celebration all for me
 My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
 Tucked in the flames of heresy