I'm lost, I'm lost, isolated,
I'm drifting, I'm sifting through the sand
of my motherland now I pay the cost
Exposed to the rays of the heat
that are burning down my back
I'm crawling, then falling on my knees
but no-one hears my pleas.
I lie with the demons coming outta the sandstone,
vultures strip my bones and now I'm conscious
but yet I'm all alone
and all the sh** I've been fearing is now appearing
Yes the air is screaming
but I'm not dreaming, no.
Not dreaming now. No dreaming now.
And after torniquet tightens on vein
then I begin again.
Retinas burn from the glare on the wing of a plane
Now without thinking I respond,
first comes to seal the bond
with myself and then further beyond.
The air, dry, breeds clear thoughts, a level head.
I'll be no use to my loved ones when I'm dead
so I pa** the time learning, planning, a**imilating
till I excel and I can tell
that these mountains are not a cage but a gauge
of all the unseen majesty
they will always be part of me.
And though I trusted and was lied to by my own
I bear no grudge and I carry no millstone.
No, I carry nothing.
f**ed over in a small pressurized cabin,
a wound is a safe place to crawl.
A warm place, would I throw it all away?
End it all? The pain is so reliable.
What do I remember? Old words.
I learn new words, absorb, explore.
Fall down in the dust
and smell the rain, metallic.
When I fall I will stand up again,
stubborn boy,
disease pa**es through me like spirits.
When I break I will heal
and when I fall I will stand up again.