Sand is King

(There will be no peace) Run from what's to come 'Til you're gasping Don't think! Go! Just run! You hear the sand rasping Wakener Your eyes cannot see Massacre The foreseen will be And you feel it approaching with haste So, face it, your dreams are a waste Sand is king and you are but the dirt He will in although you avert Desert land You'll run till you're dead Through the sand It sticks to your sweat How you got here is suddenly a blur And you're trying to reason But the reasons they never work Oh, the reasons, they never work Certain doom speaks in evil tongues Driest tomb collapsing your lungs Flesh and skin Out here they are guests Panicking as the sand ingests You came to suffer and you came to die You came to suffer and you came to die Desecrate what you wanted to Terminate what the sand will do Suffocate as you sink to your grave Recreate cause here you feel safe You remain to stay sane Your only culprit Still you insist on it Sand is king