Thoughts کے بول

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