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