Rewrite of an older song...

Waiting on the Day

As the sun sets
on the days of the desolate
I awaken with regret
and a sense of recompense
Trapped by the fading light
oh the taste of morality
Sailing on the seas of sorrow
Waiting on the day

Voices on the wind make the leaves shake
Shadows in the dark make my mind ache
The taste of death on your lips makes my heart break

Self induced creative injury
Sounds like a failed attempt to flee
Your lips offer a smile, but your dead to me

There is no peace in the Devils horns
only rock and roll
Bad magic and bad habits
die hard you know
The Devil he died happy
filled up with souls