Message In the Sand -

Stand up, the twilight’s setting in.

I’m lost at the crossroads again.

Your bad luck, and totem has arrived but the message is not sinking in.

Crossed out, you’re crawling on the ground, you cart around your memories of

wasting time.

It happened so, so god damned gradually you barely even noticed being boiled

alive.

But i can see it in the distance, like a monolith headstone.

Why are the whites of your eyes not catching in the sun?

Leave, you’re never going to leave this place while you’re alive child.

Why are the whites of your eyes not catching in the sun?

Drift away, dissolving in the badlands, you know I can always find you in the

dark.

Bloodied feet and bloodied disposition for the miles, and miles,

and miles to go.

But I’m coming home.

(Read the signs, of broken trap-lines, I saw a vision, a sight for sore eyes)

Shall we, shall we wait for a sign, which direction to go, you decide.

Shall we, shall we travel the old fever patch where you left me behind?

See there’s no love for life or empathy, and lost where we began.

See there’s no light at the crossroads, just you’re message in the sand.