Oct 2016
The sands own you
You skin is at their call
The call rings in your ears
And stings your tongue
Listen; the pain is growing
Your thoughts are fading
Buried, are you?
Soon the sands will be yours.
You skin is at their call
The call rings in your ears
And stings your tongue
Listen; the pain is growing
Your thoughts are fading
Buried, are you?
Soon the sands will be yours.
