An angel whispers on my shoulder
And on my right, the devil rants
Call me ambidextrous,
The way I'm playing both hands
The passing years won't rend me older
For that is not how I advance
Still do things thats dangerous
Like my violent, thin ice dance
My ego strengthens my weak stance
Fake solid ground, no permanence
I'll be my own bad influence
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 11:20 PM UTC
An angel whispers on my shoulder
And on my right, the devil rants
Call me ambidextrous,
The way I'm playing both hands
The passing years won't rend me older
For that is not how I advance
Still do things thats dangerous
Like my violent, thin ice dance
My ego strengthens my weak stance
Fake solid ground, no permanence
I'll be my own bad influence
