| Stalking the shadows in search for a dream | |
| The dream of ne0n-nightmares | |
| From your guns they feed | |
| A target selected | |
| Coming up from behind | |
| Now the light of the city, it triggers his mind | |
| Behind corners like the judgment so unkind | |
| A target selected | |
| Left is a body undead | |
| So face it | |
| No one knows the one who dies | |
| It's never to be told | |
| Spinal chill, fire at will | |
| A will for more, printed to the core | |
| Left is a body undead | |
| The dawn approaches, it's killing his lust | |
| Beams of light ascend and penetrate his eyes | |
| Every second you're away, he's falling | |
| When the sun begins to fade, I'm mourning | |
| And as the shadow kills the light, I'm burning | |
| But the world won't stop, it keeps on turning |