Phantom Time کے بول

Take all my fears False prophecies Burn them to ash Be free at last Burn them to ash Be free at last Grasping for the shooting stars I paint them with your shaken ambitions Yearning to be blessed with sight Among the blind Within imperfect conditions By fire I'm cleansing All my mistakes While you surround my dreams With swelling voices Wildfire is raging Engulfing all those years That I survived with broken choices Give up your pride Cast away the shame The bridges you have burnt Have lit the path to take Give up your pride Cast away the shame The bridges you have burnt Have lit the path to