Idag har jag inte ett skit att göra, eller jag har ju spelat frets on fire och jobbat matte. Ska jobba mer matte ikväll men just nu orkar jag inte, nu ska jag dunka senses fail :'D

If you pull too hard
Then the string will break
And if you leave the slack
Then the string won't hold

So how can we find ourselves
Trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
X marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear

Fill the glass to the brim
And it will spill out
Keep on sharpening the knife
And it will be so blunt