Lying in the sand thinking about what life used to be i think of death my new sanctuary what does life really mean to me life in itself is a vast wasteland full of shit please tell me why i'm here and why i'm living then i won't bury my head in the sand Or better yet kill myself even though that is not the plan when you tell me why i'm living i might stop hiding from the truth or behind the shadows of my youth Now that you've told me why i'm living i know where i want to be Lying in the sand with death closely at hand
