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