Thing I made
I made a thing...
Fistful of Sand Lyrics
Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes
A hero bold, who so it's told,
Is a lot like you and me.
his passion burns, the world it turns,
He fills his hands to fill the void,
And fuels the constant feeling
Of nothingness inside his soul.
Feels like nothing ever did,
Kills like nothing ever could,
Dark and jaded, world I hated,
Everything I left behind,
I don't need you and I don't want you,
World that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty Sahara lies
Buried treasure, sunken deep,
In darkened tombs where dead men sleep.
Gold fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers everything?
Where cities stood, soon deserts found.
Now sink beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing ever did,
Kills like nothing ever could,
Dark and jaded, world I hated,
Everything I left behind,
I don't need you and I don't want you,
World that left me blind.
This world is for the taking.
This world is suffocating.
Plastic bags of Novocaine,
Some PCP to kill the pain,
Build a tomb to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the mighty Sahara goes
Our hero bold in search of gold,
A casket for a dying world.
Our hero stands with wealth in hand,
The prize for his endeavor.
The masses cheer to hid their fears
that no man lives forever.
Feels like nothing ever did,
Kills like nothing ever could,
Dark and jaded, world I hated,
Everything I left behind,
I don't need you and I don't want you,
World that left me blind.
Fistful of Sand Lyrics
Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes
A hero bold, who so it's told,
Is a lot like you and me.
his passion burns, the world it turns,
He fills his hands to fill the void,
And fuels the constant feeling
Of nothingness inside his soul.
Feels like nothing ever did,
Kills like nothing ever could,
Dark and jaded, world I hated,
Everything I left behind,
I don't need you and I don't want you,
World that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty Sahara lies
Buried treasure, sunken deep,
In darkened tombs where dead men sleep.
Gold fills hands, or is it sand,
The same that covers everything?
Where cities stood, soon deserts found.
Now sink beneath the swelling ground.
Feels like nothing ever did,
Kills like nothing ever could,
Dark and jaded, world I hated,
Everything I left behind,
I don't need you and I don't want you,
World that left me blind.
This world is for the taking.
This world is suffocating.
Plastic bags of Novocaine,
Some PCP to kill the pain,
Build a tomb to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust.
Under the sands of the mighty Sahara goes
Our hero bold in search of gold,
A casket for a dying world.
Our hero stands with wealth in hand,
The prize for his endeavor.
The masses cheer to hid their fears
that no man lives forever.
Feels like nothing ever did,
Kills like nothing ever could,
Dark and jaded, world I hated,
Everything I left behind,
I don't need you and I don't want you,
World that left me blind.