Greet Death You're Gonna Hate What You've Done
Embracing the consequence of the things I do
Could we prove it if I stopped sleeping in the afternoon?
I'm awake for the midnight howl coyote croon
I'm awake when I meet the devil crawling in my room
He tells me
You're gonna wake up the sun
You're gonna hate what you've done
Now you're gonna wake up the sun
You're gonna hate what you've done
Embracing the final glimpse of a blood-red moon
Well lately I've been treating with the devil in blue
Well maybe if he cuts me loose I'll get my days in hell back too
Maybe I'll keep dreaming if I'm dreaming of you
Well the days are getting shorter
All your friends stopped coming over
And you're losing your composure
You should sleep less, we should talk more
Now you're gonna wake up the sun
Now you're gonna hate what you've done