Three days in the desert
Two nights alone
I've lost my fair companions
I know soon too am I to go
We were prisoners of the sun
All whom obliged too late
Left now standing I'm the only one
Trapped in the hour glass of my fate
I walk
I walk
Yet have I learned to walk on
Over juvenile hates
I cannot stop
I cannot give up the walk
More and nothing will follow
I cannot fall apart
We were prisoners of the sun
All's understood too late
Run, I've got to run on
Must beat the break of day
Four days in the desert
Three nights alone
I've walked through bleeding consciousness
I know soon too am I to go
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