To Hell With You

Behold the God-man

Broken, pitiful, and weak

Pagan idols gold and silver light our way

They've eyes but cannot see

They've mouths but cannot speak

If they could they wouldn't have a thing to say

Rose and I fell with you

I'll go to hell with you

Woe to the rest of our lives

Are you as bored as I am?

Tell me, is it worse to reign below

Than serve in heaven on your knees?

Timeless days of endless praise

A warped, prophetic curse

I swear it sounds like some unspeakable disease

Rose and I fell with you

I'll go to hell with you

Woe to the rest of our lives

Tonight we'll claim the right

To take what's yours and mine

And leave this all behind

Tonight turn out the lights

Reviled and condemned

We'll come to be like them

Rose and I fell with you

I'll go to hell with you

Woe to the rest of our lives

Rose and I fell with you

I'll go to hell with you

Woe to the rest of our lives

To the rest of our lives

To the rest of our lives

For the rest of our lives