With Me Part I

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 you're wearing A different kind of fight Keep those telephones a ringing I've been inside, alright The ghosts of a different dream are singing