Artificial Paradise

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