So I walked into the haze
And a million dirty ways
Now I see you lying there
Like a lie-low losing air... air
Black rocks and shoreline sand
Still that summer I cannot bear
And I wipe the sand from my arms
The Spanish Sahara
The place that you'd wanna
Leave the horror here

Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's [bad word] and then it's future dust х2

Now the waves they drag you down
Carry you to broken ground
Though I find you in the sand
Wipe you clean with dirty hands
So god [bad word] this boiling space
The Spanish Sahara
The place that you'd wanna
Leave the horror here

Forget the horror here
forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's [bad word] and then it's future dust

I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Cause I am х3

Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's [bad word] and then it's future dust

Choir of furies in your head
Choir of furies in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Cause I am х3