THOUGHTS
Thoughts, they are like restless beast in my head
Time, It slowly kill me in my cold bed
And turn my faith into dark and open doubt
I'm running into the fire
Tonight this war is easily lost
Cause I Can't cut these wires
And spark will turn into fire a fire
I'm running into the fire
Thoughts, are creeping in with arms of silence
Time, will make me down here on my island
When pressure's rising like a wave of open scars
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