Bleak desolation
In a beam of sun
Scraping as I crawl
Your heart cant hear me
Tearing bruising fall
Your hands cant hear me
Thirsting raging blind
Your eyes cant hear me
Racing against time
Your arms cant hear me
Like and angel youll come
In a dream, precious one
And, make me beautifully numb
Desperate panicked calls
The wind cant hear me
Muffled weak and small
The sand cant hear me
Pleading groping hands
The truth cant hear me
Bleeding in the sand
Your heart cant hear me
Bleak desolation
In a beam of sun
Like an angel youll come
In a dream, blessed one
And, make me joyfully numb
Razor fingers cling
The wind cant hear me
Piercing demons sing
The sand cant hear me
Twisting hollow Hell
The truth cant hear me
Burning blisters swell
Your heart cant hear me
Sharp cut aching breath
Your arms cant hear me
Choking scent of death
You hands cant hear me
Grueling jaw bone grind
Your eyes cant hear me
Cursed by my own mind
Your heart cant hear me