{ } x3 Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads, using ideas as my maps We'll meet on edges, soon said I, proud 'neath heated brow Ah but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, rip down all hate I scream Lies that life is black and white, spoke from my skull I dreamed Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundation deep somehow Ah but I was so much older... In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach My pathway led to confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow Ah but I was so much older... { } { } { } Ah but I was so much older... Yes my guards stood hard when abstract threats too nobel to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah but I was so much older...x3 _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Guilherme Ernst([email protected])