I'd broken the strings, that once played mystical music Torcheres and tormented until they finally snapped. Hindering the production by holding onto songs past Never was able to stop it allowing voices of singers past to enter the realm of new age music Playing a victim mentality instead of living in reality For the music of pain and torcher continued to bellow from the cords I continued to break, the instrument down And continued to ponder why it never played another sound. As the instrument laid broken, ...