Dark Tranquillity

It comes from all we're giving
In seemingly endless supply
As signals cross defiantly into this volatile mix
We charge and the stubborn mind repeats the errors
To challenge our grounds
Either soar above or the detour takes you right back down
To where no one wants to see
Misgivings in this starry nightlights fill in the blanks that one will fall
To the haunts and horrors
There is nothing left
A mere shadow
When adrenaline runs dry
There is nothing there
Empty prop
When adrenaline runs dry