Scattered thoughts through my mind;
starts the planets rewind.
Got my suitcase in hand and i'm feeling quite fine.
Trotting deserts of sand, curse this dastardy land;
Tearing through my composure,
reburning the brand.
Should i walk down the tracks,
unmistakable creaks.
That have splintered my life,
bringing forthe what i lack.
Do i fall to my knees, shouting curses and sleeze?
Will you end all this silence,
i'm begging you please!
Now the vultures surround as i rise from the ground.
Dust the sand off my cloths;
Hark, the silence besound.
Still i walk down the line,
eyes eternally blind.
Got my suitcase in hand and i'm feeling
quite fine.