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