Roaming the plains
where a number is your name
In a palace
And you`ll never find the door
Oh look into the mirror
Is it what you wanna see
Or just a cuddle toy
The vogue has washed 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 comming home
Can`t you hear the sound
As they make the hammer pound
Rusty nails into a coffin of your 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 want 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 comming home