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Drop like the needle.
Today I felt it drain...
Ill climb back up to you
on ladders of the rain...
Break them down. Shake their frail beliefs.
Ill show them, show them a believer.
Three hundred thousand amps
and Im your warm receiver.
When they kill the lights
youll remain my conductor
and if they dare to drain your life
Ill become your conductor.
Dont cut the connection.
Bleed into black clouds
and I will lick them clean.
Turn to a tourniquet
and cinch yourself to me.
Strike down now. Shake their frail beliefs
and make them newborn believers.
Three hundred thousand amps
and Im your warm receiver.
When they kill the lights
youll remain my conductor
and if they dare to drain your life
Ill become your conductor.
When they kill the lights
youll remain my conductor
youll remain my conductor
youll remain my conductor.