Artificial Paradise (Neon Synthesis)

I woke up late this morning my soul and body ache in my mouth there's still the taste of the fire that filled up my veins Last night I led the dance celebrant of a primordial rite you put your lives in the wrong hands we burned - and you didn't even realize Stand there when the curtain crashes here comes the new sensation our rusty wings are spreading get ready for the revolution Let oblivion fall upon the misery of reality this masquerade's generating chaos adrenalin shots fuckin up our brains Gasmasks and nuclear puppets it was a game, now it's ecstasy we live the night like there's no tomorrow singing chants that will die at dawn Get ready for the revolution