- cifra   
  
      
   I can see you in the distance
 
 And you're heading for a fall
 
 Sinking deeper by the minute
 
 You're about to lose it all
 
  
  You better change
 
 Before the sun goes down
 
 You better leave
 
 Before you are
 
 The last in town
 
 You better raise
 
 Your fortresses
 
 Or tear them down
  
 
 There's an angel on your shoulder
 
 And a devil at your feet
 
 And that door you see before you
 
 Could be poison tasting sweet