The Conductor

The Conductor
Drop like the needle.
Today I felt it 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 dare to drain your life
I’ll become your conductor.
Don’t 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 I’m your warm receiver.
When they kill the lights
you’ll remain my conductor
and if they dare to 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.