Thoughts
MICHAEL ANTHONY SCHULTE, ROBERT STEPHENSON
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.
Thoughts
Are creeping in with arms of silence.
Time,
Will make me me drown here on my island.
The 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 a fire.
Oh, I am running, running, running, running.
Oh into the fire
