It comes from all we're giving    In seemingly endless suppply    As signal cross defiantly    Into this volatile mix we charge       And the stubborn mind repeats    The errors to challenge our grounds    Eithor soar above or the detour takes you    Right back down       To where no one wants to see    Misgivings in the starry nightlight    Fill in the blanks    That one will fall    To the haunts and horrors    To the haunts and horrors       No    There is nothing left    But mere shadow    When adrenaline runs dry    There is nothing there,    Empty prop    When adrenaline runs dry       It gets you deep down low    As they told you of the blazing heights    The stage of from which the world is viewed    Is the mirror to shatter the image       The crypt he kept for hiding    Retreat from another attack    Painlessly forgiving    A refuge in deceptive black       It works within the system    And they won't understand    A lesser known deceiver    Will fool you even more       No    No    No    No       Taunt the wasted, It's all about nothing    What to squeeze Within the span of attention    Brought to ground,    Let the chaos pass       That one will fail    By the screams and terrors    By the screams and terrors       No    There is nothing left    But mere shadow    When adrenaline runs dry    No    There is nothing there,    But an empty prop    When adrenaline runs dry