The roads are dry and dusty and we’re taking in the scenery Waving to the people in the fields This is life to me, as far as the eye can see And you are dead to me
I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines and you were the anomaly A conceited disease Time spent in foreign lands is a cure, it seems And it triggered a change in me
This is an unfamiliar strain, I have no immunity Ravenous and unrelenting, pathogenic and parasitic
This is unclean and it has to be treated Parasite in the bloodstream: This is unclean And he’s feeding, he’s been feeding on everything
The roads were dry and dusty, we were taking in the scenery Waving to the people in the fields This was life to me, as far as the eye could see And you were dead to me
