text: In demon days, its cold inside
  You dont get nobody, people sigh
  Its so bad, lasting far, but love yourself
  Hiding in a hole in there
  All the glasses are far too big
  Bring it back, got to hold it back
  To let you do that, yet you dont want me back
  Before it fall down, falling down, falling down
  Falling down to go far from the sun
  In these demon days, were so cold inside
  Its so hard for a good soul to survive
  You cant even trust the air you breathe
  Cause Mother Earth want us all to leave
  When lies become reality
  Numb yourself with drugs and TV
  Pick yourself up, its a brand new day
  So turn yourself round
  Dont burn yourself, turn yourself
  Turn yourself around to the sun
  In these demon days, were so cold inside
  Its so hard for a good soul to survive
  You cant even trust the air you breathe
  Cause Mother Earth wants us all to leave
  When lies become reality
  You numb yourself with drugs and TV
  Pick yourself up, its a brand new day
  So turn yourself round
  Dont burn yourself, turn yourself
  Turn yourself around into the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun
  To the sun, to the sun