Fistful Of Sand
Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes
Our hero bold, who so it's told
Is a lot like you and me
His passion burns, the world it turns
He fills his hand to fill the void
And fuels the constant feeling
Of nothingness inside his soul
Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated
Everything I left behind
I don't need you, and I don't want you
World that left me blind
Beneath the sands of the mighty Sahara lies
Buried treasure sunken deep
In darkened tombs where dead men sleep
Gold fills hands, or is it sand
The same that covers everything
Where cities stood, soon deserts found
Now sink beneath the swelling ground
Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated
Everything I left behind
I don't need you, and I don't want you
World that left me blind
This world is for the taking
This world is suffocating
Plastic bags of Novocain
Some PCP to kill the pain
To build a tomb to store your rust
Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust
Under the sands of the mighty Sahara
Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold
A casket for a dying world
Our hero stands, with wealth in hand
The prize for his endeavors
The masses cheer, to hide their fears
That no man lives forever
Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated
Everything I left behind
I don't want you, and I don't need you
World that left me blind
Our hero bold, who so it's told
Is a lot like you and me
His passion burns, the world it turns
He fills his hand to fill the void
And fuels the constant feeling
Of nothingness inside his soul
Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated
Everything I left behind
I don't need you, and I don't want you
World that left me blind
Beneath the sands of the mighty Sahara lies
Buried treasure sunken deep
In darkened tombs where dead men sleep
Gold fills hands, or is it sand
The same that covers everything
Where cities stood, soon deserts found
Now sink beneath the swelling ground
Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated
Everything I left behind
I don't need you, and I don't want you
World that left me blind
This world is for the taking
This world is suffocating
Plastic bags of Novocain
Some PCP to kill the pain
To build a tomb to store your rust
Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust
Under the sands of the mighty Sahara
Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold
A casket for a dying world
Our hero stands, with wealth in hand
The prize for his endeavors
The masses cheer, to hide their fears
That no man lives forever
Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated
Everything I left behind
I don't want you, and I don't need you
World that left me blind
Credits
Writer(s): Culp Dennis Bayne, Dunham Nathanael Jerome, Hoerig Keith Daniel, Kerr Scott Nathan, Ortega Leanor Inez, Ortega Micah Dean, Roper Michael Reese, Verdecchio Andrew John
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