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Walking through this desert
Sweat is pouring down my face
Searching for some water
But there is no trace
Out in the distance
Might be the answer to my prayer
But there is nothing there
It's the well of my despair

An empty bucket
A stone sealed hole
No answer to the question
An image, nothing more

So you drink,
Every course little grain
But you don't feel the pain
Drink the sand
So drink,
Every course little grain
But you don't feel the pain
Drink the sand
Drink the sand

A broken sense of reason
Now I have given up on faith
Like salt in an open wound
Deaths laughter in my face
Shattered rays of hope
A noose wrappin' round my throat
Hang me by that rope
And watch me as I choke

An empty bucket
A stone sealed hole
No answer to the question
An image, nothing more

So you drink,
Every course little grain
But you don't feel the pain
Drink the sand
So drink,
Every course little grain
But you don't feel the pain
Drink the sand
Drink the sand

And all my life
I blindly searched
To find my goal
And all my life
I never strayed
From that road
And all my life
I blindly searched
To fill that hole
And in the end
My body's limp
I've lost my soul

Drink,
Every course little grain
But you don't feel the pain
Drink the sand
So drink,
Every course little grain
But you don't feel the pain
Drink the sand
Drink the sand

Drink the sand [8X]