Estradasphere - Danse Of Tosho & Slavi / Randy's Desert Advent lyrics

Go into the sand, cell-phone in hand, but with no bottled water

Big Sun-I praise you, the only one that can kill me with passivity

Lavaging, as you pour down invisible death tentacles of no mercy

Blood rushes to my head

my knee hits the hot earth

The heat-it burns!!!

My pores, Blood boils- Skin peels as you....

DIE!!!!!!!!!

This adventure I regret as death tears into me from above

My body-now a well I've abandoned for modernity

This cell-phone can't save from the swelling dunes that wait to cover my charred corpse

My flesh cooks-insipid, and is ripped apart by vultures

From severed eyes I take a final look into the sky

Radiance blinding as it gives-and now takes.

YEAH!!!!!!!

will they miss me Monday morning.