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