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.
Thoughts, are creeping in with arms of silence.
Time, will make me drown here on my island,
when pressure's rising like a wave 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.
I'm running, running.. into the fire..
I'm running, running.. into the fire..
..."
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