作词 : Jivarp, Nicklasson, Stanne
It comes from all we're giving 
In seemingly endless supply 
As signals cross defiantly 
Into this volatile mix we charge 
And the stubborn mind repeats 
The errors to challenge our grounds 
Either soar above or the detour takes you right 
Back down 
To where no one wants to see 
Misgivings in this starry nightlight 
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That one will fall 
To the haunts and horrors 
To the haunts and horrors 
There is nothing left 
A mere shadow 
When adrenaline runs dry 
There is nothing there 
An empty prop 
When adrenaline runs dry 
It gets you deep 
Down low now 
As they told you of the blazing heights 
The stage 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 
Now, now, now 
Now 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 
There is nothing left 
A mere shadow 
When adrenaline runs dry 
There is nothing there 
An empty prop 
When adrenaline runs dry