sometimes i look at you
and see a seraphim
but then the clouds blow in
and it's back to pitchforks and pentagrams
and lions lying to the lambs
but even demons need
another soulless sap
to plan the perfect trap
and baby you're the perfect alibi
or maybe i'm the perfect compromise
hallelujah, here we go
singin' hallelujah, i have made my bed, so
when the angels all forsake you
i will go, i will go down with you
i will go down with you
when the devil comes to take you
i will go, i will go down with you
i will go down
to hell with you
if there's a patron saint
of piss and vinegar
we oughta build a shrine
and sacrifice ourselves to her
i'll let you go first
ok, ok i admit
i need you more than i admit
and if you want me to commit
bring me knife and i'll go deep
as long as you goin' with me
hallelujah, here we go
singin' hallelujah, i have made my bed, so
when the angels all forsake you
i will go, i will go down with you
i will go down with you
when the devil comes to take you
i will go, i will go down with you
i will go down
to hell with you
you might think this is is a twisted love story
but the reality is grim and gory
it's a more like crushing co-dependence
wrapped up in a bloody bow of hopeless romantics
when the angels all forsake you
i will go, i will go down with you
i will go down with you
when the devil comes to take you
i will go, i will go down with you
i will go down
to hell with you

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