Fistfull Of Sand

Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes

Our hero bold, who so its told

Is a lot like you and me

His passion burns

The world it turns

He fills his hand to fill the void

And fuels the constant feeling

Of nothingness inside his soul



Feels like nothing ever did

Kills like nothing ever could

Dark and jaded world I hated

Everything I left behind

I don't need you, and I dont want you

World that left me blind



Beneath the sands of the mighty Sahara lies

Buried treasure sunken deep

In darkened tombs where dead men sleep

Gold fills hands, or is it sand

The same that covers everything

Where cities stood, soon deserts found

Now sink beneath the swelling ground



This world is for the taking

This world is suffocating



Plastic bags of novacain

Some PCP to kill the pain

Build a tomb to store you rust

Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust



Under the sands of the mighty Sahara

Goes our hero bold, in search of gold

A casket for a dying world

Our hero stands with wealth in hand

The prize for his endeavors

The masses cheer, to hide thier fears

That no man lives forever



Feels like nothing ever did

Kills like nothing ever could

Dark and jaded world I hated

Everything I left behind

I don't need you, and I dont want you

World that left me blind