The desert rips our flesh
Our mouths dry
Our skin is cracked
Moisture is what we crave
The mirage of a city
Our only antagonist
As the heat bakes our skin
Nothing left
Vicious circle
Our bodies are dead
The sand gripped our knees
Nothing left
Our mouths dry
Our skin is cracked
Moisture is what we crave
The mirage of a city
Our only antagonist
As the heat bakes our skin
Nothing left
Vicious circle
Our bodies are dead
The sand gripped our knees
Nothing left