DEADLUVE, Fred Mercuryan, KamNox Rolling Wave

I count the cables taped across the riser floor
My in-ear monitor is buzzing like a wire
The barricade is bending under row sixteen
They scream for blood, they scream for gasoline and fire
I wipe the salt and makeup dripping in my eyes
I raise the microphone and swallow down the cold
A silver ring against the battered steel grille
Another sold-out sanctuary bought and sold

The sub-bass hits my ribs, a heavy rolling wave
They shout every single word I ever bled
They want the savior that they painted on the wall
While I am fading in my head

Ten thousand faces looking back at me
Ten thousand voices, I am still alone
I hold the lightning for a stadium to see
Inside my chest there is an empty throne
You roar my name until the rafters shake
You take the fever, but you leave the bone
Ten thousand faces staring through the smoke
Ten thousand voices, I am still alone

The setlist curled and damp beneath my leather boot
Song number seven is a wound I used to know
Now it is just a chorus running on a clock
A cue for strobe lights on the third bar of the show
A sea of phones is shining like a plastic sky
Each lens is waiting for the puppet to ignite
I give them thunder, give them every high pitch note
Then slip behind the curtain out of sight

The sub-bass hits my ribs, a heavy rolling wave
They shout every single word I ever bled
They want the savior that they painted on the wall
While I am fading in my head

Ten thousand faces looking back at me
Ten thousand voices, I am still alone
I hold the lightning for a stadium to see
Inside my chest there is an empty throne
You roar my name until the rafters shake
You take the fever, but you leave the bone
Ten thousand faces staring through the smoke
Ten thousand voices, I am still alone

Ten thousand voices singing out my name
Ten thousand voices and I am still alone
Still alone
Just a shadow on a microphone