adrenaline, what did you find

the fog of a nightmare dissipated

i wrote a sign, to know that mind

the ghosts of a different dream are waiting

a different kind of kiss

the souls of a different mist are rolling

i've been inside the mist

the ghosts of another fist are calling



the troops are led, internal red

despite of the oldest trumpet blaring

a world of hate can't penetrate

the crest of the different shield your wearing

a different kind of fight

keep those telephones a-ringing

i've been inside alright

the ghosts of a different dream are singing