Nicolay Løvvold - Bastion

Just now I found myself on stranger roads
A crooked path, spaced from where mainstream flows
I restrict my portrait, and thus my sway
Wash my hands off wicked - none is allowed in my deep stray
Do you feel the sting, do you see their eyes
On your fresh faux pas, do you close your eyes?
Hide behind the mask, hold the lock and key?
Do you really - are we then the gatekeepers of our fences?
Do you feel me now?
Do you hear me now?
(I went running)
Far from philosophies of our social entropy
Feels like misanthropy, and thus our expiry
(I went running)
Towards glamour in a depressed calamity
My authenticity and purest, inner sanctity
(I went running)
Blasting through the shackled entries of my bastioned heart
Not safe and sound, but least alive and well - not worlds apart
(I went running)
Not made from right or wrong, perceptions or permissions
Premonitions of a destined mission - leave it all behind in my stronghold
Does it ease the pain when you withdraw
Not to express yourself for our collective awe?
Do you find your goal from behind the doors
Of your conflicted mind, lost in uncertain moors
Or do you hear the roars of the broken scores
From the tempested wars and the open sores?
From inner and outer worlds, who'd lay waste your foot of pride
(Do you feel/hear me now?)
Who hold the lock and key to where true tears reside?
Partaking no more lies, restraining not true size
Contesting soaring heights, where pure reason resides
(I went running)
Far from philosophies of our social entropy
Feels like misanthropy, and thus our expiry
(I went running)
Towards glamour in a depressed calamity
My authenticity and purest, inner sanctity
(I went running)
Blasting through the shackled entries of my bastioned heart
Not safe and sound, but least alive and well - not worlds apart
(I went running)
Not made from right or wrong, perceptions or permissions
Premonitions of a destined mission - leave it all behind in my stronghold
Do you feel me now?
Do you hear me now?
(I went running)
Far from philosophies of our social entropy
Feels like misanthropy, and thus our expiry
(I went running)
Towards glamour in a depressed calamity
My authenticity and purest, inner sanctity
(I went running)
Blasting through the shackled entries of my bastioned heart
Not safe and sound, but least alive and well - not worlds apart
(I went running)
Not made from right or wrong, perceptions or permissions
Premonitions of a destined mission - leave it all behind in my stronghold

Written by:
Nicolay Løvvold

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