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