The sun is burning from the sky
The brain is boiling and starting to fry
No water no person who can hear you yell
The indians call this place (the) white hell
Can't remember how long i've been in this desert
It fells like a hundred years
Can't remember how i came to this forsaken place
It all fades in a blur
The sun is burning from the sky
The brain is boiling and starting to fry
No water no person who can hear you yell
The indians call this place (the) white hell
Can't remember how long i've been in this desert
It fells like a hundred years
Can't remember how i came to this forsaken place
It all fades in a blur
Crawling through the desert without hope
All i see is sand and sky
Digging like a madman for some water
There's nothing there, not anywhere
I can see some trees, maybe it's an illusion
Who's able to tell, in this madness and confusion
I can see some trees, maybe it's an illusion
Who's able to tell, in this madness and confusion
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