Dunno how much longer I'll be spinning my wheels
I should've gone with the flow, but I sat tight
Now and then life looks like rapid movie stills
I don't need a piece of the action that gives me stage fright
I clashed with heliophobic demons that fear the sun
They only come out at night, messing with me
Pretending to be kindred spirits, they pull a fast one
Claiming that earth isn't what it's cracked up to be
I can lie in wait for heaven till hell freezes over
To enjoy rapture before I lose all feeling in my heart
I hope the angels hurry to blow the demons' cover
They hover around the souls which get off to a final start
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem