Vulture eyes look down on me And as I pass them by, I live and I breathe. They are waiting in anticipation, just to feed their greed; But that time is not too soon, in becoming an eventuality.
Onward I walk under the desert heat, with dancerβs feet; There is no mistaken direction taken by me And nobody to meet, on this sand-swept road. No humanity to be heard in the distance and no water oasis to behold. Just the sweat that pours down from my brow; My glazed eye ***** cannot fail me now, As I stare into the bright blue sky, searching for a cloud.
A Foreign Legion lies behind me in the distance; I have left it all behind. For I am a Prince in search of a Princess; I am a scorpion upon the sand, no keeper of time. In an hour glass I shook the sands of my life And back to the front is the only way now. The world is all mixed up in this barren time line.
I passed away a long time ago, But on I wander and only I know, How this arduous journey will end And where I will find my relief. For I have learned of my destiny, From a mystic inside a tent, My money spent, My future has been told, In exchange for two pieces of silver; Pieces of eight, that have been made from gold. So onward I walk, in search of a soulmate and salvationβ¦