SECRETS BURN

🪦 “One of These Days” — Murder Ballad from the Dust

I woke up dead in the desert sand,

Bullet in my back, no cross, no brand.

No justice carved, no name to mourn—

Just wind and bones and a vow reborn.

I bet my soul on a bloodstained trail,

Risked it all in the afterveil.

The killer walks with a crooked grin,

But I ain't done, I’m huntin’ him.

🎵 One of these days, he’ll slip, he’ll fall,

Give up his secrets, confess it all.

One of these nights, when the moon turns red,

We’ll catch the man who made us dead. 🎵

I ain’t alone in this ghost parade—

More spirits rise with each life he flays.

A choir of wrath, a spectral tide,

We ride the dust, we will not hide.

He kills again, and we grow strong,

A legion built from what went wrong.

We whisper truths in the desert breeze,

We haunt his dreams, we plant disease.

🎵 One of these days, he’ll feel the rot,

The weight of every soul he forgot.

One of these nights, when he’s too weak,

We’ll drag him down, hear the secrets leak. 🎵

He thinks he’s free, he thinks he’s fast—

But ghosts don’t sleep, and pain don’t pass.

We’re in his shadow, in his breath,

We are the hunger that outlives death.

So mark this song, this cursed refrain,

We’ll catch him when he feels the strain.

And when he breaks, we’ll take our turn—

To watch his sins and secrets burn.

🎵 One of these days, we’ll end his spree,

And write our names in memory.

One of these nights, beneath decay,

We’ll make him pay. One of these days. 🎵