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