Hey Torp!

How's things going? Many strings to hold on to ey?

Welcome back.
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I just got this urge to post some thoughts of mine I had 3 years ago...
"Treacherous harpstrings of infatuation
makes me breathless and insecure
like I'm choking by the all expectations
the freaking games are all so obscure
Playing the tone of melested thoughts, denying the truth of the enemy
No one with brains could still be alive
unless the strength within - like a fire
connecting logic and heart and let them dive - ah
under the surface to escape the manipulated wire
I'm a bastard with haunted soul
my green eyes went from warmth to cold
in this world where ignorance rules - occupied by fools...
Playing the tone of melested thoughts, denying the truth of the enemy
No one with brains could still be alive
unless the strength within - like a fire
connecting logic and heart and let them dive - ah
under the surface to escape the manipulated wire"