Slaving for my solace of mind
Digging in the sand
Until there's blood on my hands,
Careless to the state I'm in,
I've so long been alone.
I can't go on.

Rain down and cleanse my soul.
Flow like a river.

Forging insight by pagan torchlight,
In cadence warlike,
We draw tears from the sky,
Because the [bad word] dry.

Rain down and cleanse my soul.
Flow like a river.

I've spread out my seed,
Its gone in all directions.
It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy
And heaven has been swallowed by the desert