Transmitter

The way you did
oh how you wanted
but now I am within grey
and between zero and one
at least I'm awake
my synapses are working
cause you are you are

you are my transmitter
no words of course
no dancing with the dead

you won't show any mercy
I will beg for the past
and I will atone for all I've done

and I won't be dry again
cause the rain is on your side
and the streets are your artists
they will paint you everywhere

I will atone for all I've done
the shiver in my veins will show

you are my transmitter
no words of course
no dancing with the dark