Bleak desolation In a beam of sun Scraping as I crawl Your heart can't hear me Tearing bruising fall Your hands can't hear me Thirsting raging blind Your eyes can't hear me Racing against time Your arms can't hear me Like and angel you'll come In a dream, precious one And, make me beautifully numb Desperate panicked calls The wind can't hear me Muffled weak and small The sand can't hear me Pleading groping hands The truth can't hear me Bleeding in the sand Your heart can't hear me Bleak desolation In a beam of sun Like an angel you'll come In a dream, blessed one And, make me joyfully numb Razor fingers cling The wind can't hear me Piercing demons sing The sand can't hear me Twisting hollow hell The truth can't hear me Burning blisters swell Your heart can't hear me Sharp cut aching breath Your arms can't hear me Choking scent of death You hands can't hear me Grueling jaw bone grind Your eyes can't hear me Cursed by my own mind Your heart can't hear me
