Drop like the needle

Today I felt the drain

I’ll climb back up to you

On ladders of the rain

Break them down, shake their frail beliefs

I’ll show them, show them a believer

Three hundred thousand amps

And I’m your warm receiver

When they kill the lights

You’ll remain my conductor

And if they didn’t drain your life

I’ll become your conductor

Don’t cut the connection

Bleed in to 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 new born believers

Three hundred thousand amps

And I’m your warm receiver

When they kill the lights

You’ll remain my conductor

And if they didn’t drain your life

I’ll become your conductor

When they kill the lights

You’ll remain my conductor

You’ll remain my conductor

You’ll remain my conductor