down to the devil

roaming the plains, where a number is your name, in a palace, and you'll never fin the door, oh look into the mirror, is it what you wanna see, or just a cuddy toy, the vogue has washed the ashore, no i don't care what you say, into the darkness i plough my way, i'm striking out for paradise, to be the one i am, we're going down to the devil, we are striking out for paradise, to bedlam below - down to the devil, the mad parade is coming home, can't you hear the sound, as they make the hammer pound, rusty nails into a coffin of you size, to bury you alive, you mature until you're ripe, then they reap you, when you're beautiful enough, in their eyes, they lurk to wall in your belief, put up glass ceilings that you can't see, to break down the freak, they don't you to be, we're going down to the devil, we are striking out for paradise, to bedlam below - down to the devil, the mad parade is coming home, oh we're going down, here's your invitation, your instigation, your damnation to the hellfire club