Testo Thoughts

Thoughts, they are like restless peace in my head.
Time, it slowly kills me in my cold bed. And turns my faith into a dark, and open doubt.

I am running into the fire,
tonight, this war is easily lost.
Cause I can't cut these wires,
and sparks will turn into,
a fire, a fire. I am running into the fire.

Ooh, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, oh

Thoughts, are creeping in with arms of silence.
Time, have made me drown here on my island.
Pressure's rising like a way of open scars.

I am running into the fire,
tonight, this war is easily lost.
Cause I can't cut these wires,
and sparks will turn into,
a fire, a fire.
I am running into the fire.
Oh, I am running, running, running, running.
Into the fire.
Oh, I am running, running, running, running.
Into the fire.

Ooh, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, oh