Adrenaline

Another gift from God

Breath in deep religiously

Dust

Splintering inside of me

Light speed

Intensity

Driven by its purity

Cloud nine, white line, this time I'm on adrenaline

I'm told that eyes are the windows of the soul

Godspeed be with you

Scorched inside by razor lines

And cut, and I'm up upon the ledge

Induced beyond the edge

Indications start to shine

Cloud nine, white line, this time I'm on adrenaline

I'm on adrenaline

And when I think of all the times

I tried to make you understand

The truth possessed between these lines

Within the soul I left behind

No fear for consequence remain

The razor cuts me deep again

The shining hour and redefine

Cloud nine, white line, this time I'm on adrenaline