Ghosts of a different dream

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