(Lyrics: Gold-Lloyd-Echolette / Music: Bloss-Gold-Lloyd-Echolette)
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These are the days of evil perfection
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This is the world of torture and fame
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This is the age of most vicious infection
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These are the times of terror and pain
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Jet them inside and they build you a nightmare
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Show them, you fool, it'll not be in vain
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Here is your costume of deepest surrender
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These are the times of terror and pain
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I wanna ride on a crest of sensation
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I wanna scream in the whirlpools of love
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I wanna drown in a climax of thunder
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I wanna be with the fools in the storm
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Do what you want and then die when you want to
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We're gonna walk on the blood of the meek
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We're gonna sail through the oceans of wonder
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We're gonna live in the dreams that we seek
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Send in the parasite clowns on their horses
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Send in the idiots and let them advance
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Send in the monsters of your own creation
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Send them all in and give them a chance
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We're gonna dance to the sweetest of music
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We're gonna play with the whores in the rain
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We'll dissipate the lord's last temptations
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All in a crossfire of torture and fame
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Ascension Day
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| Alphaville |
