Apollo

I've learned how
to beat the Devil
at his own game
I carry him around
in my back pocket
like some trophy
He's got no power over me
I'm not fooled
by pretty eyes
lips that pour
sugar into my ears
I built a wall around me
so strong it can't fall
I built it out of
broken liquor bottles
and mortar made of pain
Only the Sun and
small birds
come in
through the top
I beat the Devil
at his own game
I got a wall around me
so strong it can not fall