Pursuit of Pleasure - The Lillingtons

We’re the children of black light

And we walk these streets at night

Our eyes have turned to 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

Let’s go

We are the faithful brood

And in the shadows we collude

To terminate all the mundane

And implement the will of Cain

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