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