Walled City - The Acacia Strain

Blinded by the swirling dust

Fade into twilight from dusk

Burnt by the desert sun

I don’t remember anyone

Delusion puts my mind at ease

I can barely see or breathe

Looking up to the sky

I feel so lonely I could die

This sand will be my grave

Picked apart before I am saved

The vultures circle overhead

Don’t cry for me, I’m already dead

The wilted waste around me

My heart starts beating slowly

Each breath feels like my last

No future, only past

I cannot move, I cannot think

The world moves on around me

Nothing but blue skies above

As my lungs begin to combust

This sand will be my grave

Picked apart before I am saved

The vultures circle overhead

Don’t cry for me, I’m already dead

I put the swine before the pearls

A dying man in a dying world

I see the circling crows

They all know what no one else knows

Barely conscious, barely alive

I relinquish my right, my will to survive

As my lungs fill with heat and sand

I reach out to grab your hand

Mirage in life and dream in death

After this there is nothing left