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