Helios, Cursed
The temperature is rising,
I'm way overdone,
Pieces coming toghter,
United under the sun.
It's getting worse by the minute,
Adding spikes to my spine,
Beyond all comprehension,
I see the nerves at the end of my arm.
I need,
Time on my hand, a well written end,
A proper purpose and plans,
Ways to defend this aching,
The irrsesistible urge to give in.
I lie and crawl, dancing on your grave,
At the end of the day,
When that chariot have found it's way,
Tell me, how to stand this heat.
The plot thickens,
I trace the white lines,
Through blisters and sunburns,
I redo the chain of command.
Come forht Helios,
I curse your arms reach,
Give me your ropes,
I want to steer.
I need,
Time on my hand, a well written end,
A proper purpose and plans,
Ways to defend this aching,
The irrsesistible urge to give in.
I lie and crawl, dancing on your grave,
At the end of the day,
When that chariot have found it's way,
Tell me, how to stand this heat.
We're all being cursed by the same sun.
