In a desert of looks,
the words of the books
look at me like a stranger
while I walk with my finger.

when I flow I'm polite,
the black on the white
look at me foreboding
his claw it showing.

In a desert of fire,
the stars in the sky
look at me like a friend
while I walk in the land.

When I flow I'm polite,
the foam that is white
look at me from the sea
from the stem of a tree.

In a desert of sand
I walk with my soul
who will bring me out
to my head's blackout.
to my head's blackout.
to my head's blackout.
to my head's blackout.