Whispers in the Desert

Demons talk to me at night. Sleepless in this life of mine. I throw stones

'cause glass won't break no more. I'd phone home, but where to place the call?

The way that I'm living this life is a taste of mistakes with

a base of a bore. I got all this rage, I can't stand

in one place. I'm a hunter, no bite and I'm chasing it all.

And when I do it for fun. It's under my lip,

let it tickle my gums. Sipping on ghosts with some Coke in my cup.

Put it on rocks like ice from Trump. I think the world is broken,