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'll build you a nightmare
Show them, you fool, it'll not be in vein
Here is your costume of deepest surrender
These are the times of terror and pain
I wanna ride on the 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