Phantom Time

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