On the hot and arid floor
I feel the tremor on the railroads
The sandstorm blinds the wanderer’s eyes
The ground slots open like wounds

It’s time to sit the shade and light my cigarette
On the soil of my thoughts
I see skulls staring at me
There is no shade or breeze

The blood in my veins pulse like steam engine
My sanity is cover by the storm
My hands shake like rattlesnake
My memory are corrupt by the poison

I just hear the scream of the train coming to me
The steel cavalry cutting the wind

What do you see in your desert?
What do you hear in your storm?
Fell the iron shocking against your chest
Your skin burning in the sun

The weight of truth will crash you like
Horse steam!

I just hear the scream
Of the train coming to me

The blood in my veins pulse like steam engine
My sanity is cover by the storm
My hands shake like rattlesnake
My memory are corrupt by the poison