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