IM in hell, i can feel it, yes this
furnace is about to blow,
IM in hell, i can see it, some ones
took my toys away,
IM in hell, i can smell it, some one
needs to light a match, before the
shit , hits- the- fan.
and this music is just another play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem