Ascension Day (Alphaville)

These are the days of evil perfection this is the world of torture and fame this is the age of most vicious infection these are the times of terror and pain let them inside and they build you a nightmare show them, you fool, it'll not be in vain here is your costume of deepest surrender these are the times of terror and pain i wanna ride on a crest of sensation i wanna scream in the whirlpools of love i wanna drown in a climax of thunder i wanna be with the fools in the storm do what you want and then die when you want to we're gonna walk on the blood of the meek we're gonna sail through the oceans of wonder we're gonna live in the dreams that we seek send in the parasite clowns on their horses send in the idiots and let them advance send in the monsters of your own creation send them all in and give them a chance we're gonna dance to the sweetest of music we're gonna play with the whores in the rain we'll dissipate the lord's last temptations all in a crossfire of torture and fame