The Day Will Come

Chorus:
And the day will come, when you won't be,
Don't leave, don't leave, don't leave,
I’m just singing to the songbirds stinging all the bees,
I’m a different kinda breed and I did it for the queen,
And the day will come, when you won't be,
Don't leave, don't leave, don't leave,
I’m a sinner with a motive and the winter will approach,
I'm just living in a cold world like the spirit of a ghost.

Verse 1:
I don’t give a fuck, what you wanna do, you come at me, I’ll come at you, your loved ones too, nothing’s sacred, I’ll drop you then I’ll get a replacement, yeah I’m cold, I don’t need friendship, I walk alone inside these trenches, I’m independent, I’m in defensive mode, coz I’m not the type to just let shit go, and I feel every blow, but I’ll never show any weakness, I mean, heaven knows I have demons, but I’ve been blessed with open eyes, I don’t know the truth, but I know the lies, they can't see me like a poltergeist, I live in eternal darkness, I don’t see people, I just see targets, and I’m never gonna bite my lip, coz I write in blood when I slice my wrist, with a silver tongue, and an iron fist, it's an eye for an eye, that’s why I don’t blink, violins for violence, I'm dialled in, I’ll die for this, don't try that shit, and fuck your bliss from diamond rings, a life a sin, the minor things are more important, wall to wall when I go all in, all been taught some bullshit, and it's hard to unlearn, but I promise that I'll never leave a stone unturned, no wonder I'm under your skin, like Master Splinter, I'll never be a rat, I would do anything for the camp, been to hell and back, wanna get on track, and I'm never gonna run, but you're gonna get lapped, and you've got a lot of front, but I've never seen you back it, yours faithfully, Mr. Majik.

Verse 2:
Don't ever let 'em tell you, who the fuck you are, they'll just fail you, I wanna dance in the pale moonlight, taking shots of whiskey from the holy grail, they don't see me, but they feel me like brail, but it's hard when the bread goes stale, I'll trail sometimes, raise hell sometimes, fell sometimes, felt like dying, need help sometimes, they don’t wanna look on the bright side; it’s okay, outside, we’re outlaws in the worst way, there’s no church in the desert, we don’t pray, think I saw a snow flake in hell, yeah, it would be a cold day in hell, where, the fuck do we go from here, we’re lost, I don’t know these parts too well, they can’t tell when it’s heartfelt anyway, but just for the record, between me and you, I don’t feel like the devil today, and it doesn’t matter whatever they say, I’m ready to play, this sinister game, the sinner that came to spit in your face, with no remorse, not one bit of shame, self-inflicted pain, I paint blood on the doors, now you know not to enter officially, take my word, I’ll make it hurt as sweet as symphonies, angels scream bloody murder, fill this broken sky with ash, let’s burn it down and paint the blackness, when I found my faith in madness, the darkness set me free, yeah, but no-one hugs the human cactus, yours faithfully, Mr. Majik.

Verse 3:
Majik came and said write me a verse, something hard like Nothing Sacred, something real like No More Reignin', my mind's a mess but I'm not complaining, playing silent and contemplating, I'm broke as fuck yet I'm formulating, everyone around wants a brand new porche, wants a five star mansion and dummy girls, slick back like the 80's jerry curls, pull 'em off her neck gotta make them pearls, my mind is a constant rebellious hellious, careless wellness and they're all jealous, I'll admit I'm a bit depressed, will I make it to the stars? Go and place your bets, already passed the moon and these greedy dreams, I'm going straight for the light like DMT, you're all too quiet, you're all complacent, I'm writing songs in the front of the spaceship, moving through the stars and the heart adjacent, won't fear the dark or the lie of Satan, right now a thought manifest a statement, or die in the fog in a box in the basement, trapped with your demons, false your enslavement, waste of your time better hit the pavement, you want to conquer a state or region? You want to hate that man for a reason? We all die on a cross for a season, it's treason bleeding seeding meaning, I want to find your garden of Eden, I want to eat what can't be eaten, not saved by grace cause I'm not Ephesian, I'm yours faithfully, Bonnie Legion.