My friends don’t wear a crucifix,
And if they do, it’s upside down.
Maybe we are from planet X,
Sown by evil on holy ground.
The laws are not written to us.
We're here to shed sweat, blood and tears.
We'd rather fly with Musk to Mars
Or become undead than be fixed.
A corpse is a dead battery.
Black hole inside that's what we feel.
We recharge with dark energy.
We're not a fable, we're for real.
Having a black flame in our souls,
We've learned the lessons of darkness.
Life is a jail so break the walls.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.