Dirt

They’ve got greed and a never-ending thirst Which cant be quenched with their intake of dirt The end is near, as they tremble with fear The rains have halted, as the sun burns down Feel the heat, feel the fucking burn, feel the pain, fuel my deceit Ripped down from cloud nine, falling flat on their backs Lost the grins from your sodden brow, nothing left but sorrow And the question of how You fucking got here Lies deep at the back of your mind Forever left unanswered. Re-evaluate to develop We drink from your tears.