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



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin M Foster
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