A Dezertz Touch
Walking on the desert's plain
As if I'm in Hell's domain
Drop by drop water starts to fall
Kneeling down I begin to crawl
Rain turns solid it is starting to hail
Collapsing on the ground
I'm afraid I will fail
Racing against the sands of time
Clocks are ticking I've lost my mind
Crying out loud, losing my soul
Finally I crawl inside a hole
I hear the ground crack
Gasping for air
I fall through, consumed by shadow
Inside the pit of dispair...
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