Fistful Of Sand

[00:23.97] Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes
[00:28.55] Our hero bold, who so it's told
[00:31.40] Is a lot like you and me
[00:34.03] His passion burns, the world it turns
[00:37.24] He fills his hand to fill the void
[00:39.66] And fuels the constant feeling
[00:42.29] Of nothingness inside his soul
[00:45.48] Feels like nothing ever did
[00:50.70] Kills like nothing ever could
[00:56.19] Dark and jaded world I hated
[00:59.16] Everything I left behind
[01:01.94] I don't need you, and I don't want you
[01:04.50] World that left me blind
[01:07.63]
[01:29.89] Beneath the sands of the mighty Sahara lies
[01:34.23] Buried treasure sunken deep
[01:37.20] In darkened tombs where dead men sleep
[01:40.26] Gold fills hands, or is it sand
[01:42.89] The same that covers everything
[01:45.67] Where cities stood, soon deserts found
[01:47.99] Now sink beneath the swelling ground
[01:51.24] Feels like nothing ever did
[01:56.50] Kills like nothing ever could
[02:02.31] Dark and jaded world I hated
[02:05.19] Everything I left behind
[02:07.31] I don't need you, and I don't want you
[02:10.22] World that left me blind
[02:13.16]
[02:35.31] This world is for the taking
[02:38.23] This world is suffocating
[02:40.82]
[03:19.15] Plastic bags of Novocain
[03:21.50] Some PCP to kill the pain
[03:24.22] To build a tomb to store your rust
[03:27.12] Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust
[03:30.15] Under the sands of the mighty Sahara
[03:34.62] Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold
[03:37.96] A casket for a dying world
[03:40.70] Our hero stands, with wealth in hand
[03:43.69] The prize for his endeavors
[03:46.25] The masses cheer, to hide their fears
[03:49.08] That no man lives forever
[03:52.19] Feels like nothing ever did
[03:57.65] Kills like nothing ever could
[04:03.04] Dark and jaded world I hated
[04:05.64] Everything I left behind
[04:08.44] I don't want you, and I don't need you
[04:11.14] World that left me blind
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