Text: Soft Cell. Cruelty Without Beauty. Caligula Syndrome.

I want to see you crawl as I drive by in my big black car
With police outriders and a hundred guards
Looking drop dead gorgeous, dressed up to the nines
In the skins of several species in decline
As I set fire to your houses and your cars
I'll be dancing like a dervish in the sparks

Is this what true power feels like?
Racing 'round my veins like a motorbike
It's the fall of Rome, my Caligula syndrome
It's the fall of Rome, my Caligula syndrome

I'll display you in my game show on TV
Called humiliation and hypocrisy
Throw an orgy for the dissolute and the damned
Every kind of deviation on demand
So worship me and fall down on your knees
Or I'll unleash another chemical disease

Is this what true power feels like?
Racing 'round my veins like a motorbike
It's the fall of Rome, my Caligula syndrome
It's the fall of Rome, my Caligula syndrome

Haven't I become just a little deranged
While you're crawling on your hands and knees like slaves?
Am I still desirable? You're ever so destructible
Do you think this party's ever gonna end?

Dance with me while our city is burning
Won't you dance with me while our empire is falling?
Like Nero let's make music to the fires of Rome

[Incomprehensible]

My Caligula syndrome
My Caligula syndrome