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