Drop like the needle.
Today I felt it drain.
I’ll climb back up to you
On ladders of the rain.
Break them down. Shake up their beliefs.
I’ll show them, show them a believer
Three-hundred thousand amps
And I’m your warm receiver.
When they kill the lights
You’ll remain my conductor
And if I can’t obtain your life
I’ll become your conductor.
Don’t cut the connection.
Bleed into black clouds
And I will lick them clean.
Turn to our tourniquet
And sit yourself to me.
Shut down now. Shake up their believes
And make them new-born believers.
Three-hundred thousand amps
And I’m your warm receiver.
When they kill the lights
You’ll remain my conductor
And if I can’t obtain your life
I’ll become your conductor.
When they kill the lights
You’ll remain my conductor.
You’ll remain my conductor.
You’ll remain my conductor.
