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.