Demon Days

What is it about gospel music that makes my emotions bristle?

In these demon days
It’s so cold inside
So hard for a good soul to survive
You can’t even trust the air you breathe
Because mother earth wants us all to leave
When lies become reality
You numb yourself with drugs and T.V.
So pick yourself up, it’s a brand new day
So turn yourself round
Don’t burn yourself, turn youself
Turn yourself around
To the sun!

To the sun, to the sun…
To the sun, to the sun…