The is a ******* wasteland
Dead and dry as a bone
Just miles and miles of sand
And I wander here alone
I'm never gonna get out
The sun burns at my skin
I trip, fall to the ground
Is this how my life will end?
This desert will not **** me
I still refuse to die
Despite the burning heat
I stand and keep up the fight
Step by step I carry on
Toward my salvation
Feeling in my feet gone
Pain a fleeting sensation
I'll walk until I can't stand
Then I'll crawl on my knees
I won't die in this land
One day I'll be ******* free
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
The is a ******* wasteland
Dead and dry as a bone
Just miles and miles of sand
And I wander here alone
I'm never gonna get out
The sun burns at my skin
I trip, fall to the ground
Is this how my life will end?
This desert will not **** me
I still refuse to die
Despite the burning heat
I stand and keep up the fight
Step by step I carry on
Toward my salvation
Feeling in my feet gone
Pain a fleeting sensation
I'll walk until I can't stand
Then I'll crawl on my knees
I won't die in this land
One day I'll be ******* free
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