Heatstroke

I sank my head into the ground

To find the traces that you left behind

I've dug enough to fill my sorrow

To give bless of what you bestow

The drought inside your heart

Is built for an emperor of sand

In between and torn apart

Rotting through this old hand

Grains of sand shiver through my face

As I open the curtain of this place

The sun is falling down on my head

But I can't stop these steps falling to an end

The drought inside your heart

Is built for an emperor of sand

In between and torn apart

Rotting through this old hand

This heat

Is killing me

But your arms

Is cold as blizzard trail

This barren land

Has nothing for me

This barren land

Has nothing for me