Satanic Panic

Considered to be golden
A child of no concern
Looking for an outlet of your aggression
In search of that song to be heard
Hair stands on end from a dissonant hymn
Touched of power and your future opens wide
Taken down from your pedestal
Now considered the antichrist

Demonic embrace, leather bound
Looks of disgust in your surrounds

Satanic panic

Outcast, displace, your passion they scorn
A righteous attack, protesting morals
Elders praying it's just a phase
And that you'll see the light and break these chains
Break these chains

Satanic panic