Dehydrated on shaky legs
Lost without a trace in the desert
Left naked in no man's land
Pursued by the sun and the drought
Facing an oasis
A Fata Morgana in the distance
Hallucinating in one last hope
Betrayed by an overcooked brain
With your back-parts bubbling like pork rinds
You fall to your knees in the sun's hungry glow
Dazzled by the light, you grope your way forward
Through eternal heaps of burning sand
Eternal longing for shade
Distorted in a burning disaster
With cracks on the skin that cannot bleed
You are soon a dried-up carrion
The vultures circle with greedy screeches
Your squawked-over body, just a plucked corpse