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 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.