Dust, dust, dusty-dusty streets. Please, try to hold yourself Keeping on your feet - I mean. The light off The only lonely dust. I wish I could breath. I pray without trust in Christ.
Town dust hills of paranoid. Somewhere must be something. This is not for joy and I must Get, get, get a little rest For a reason that The only and the best I see is the dust.
... Eyes blind are in the night. The moonlight of the midnight Suffocate the light and I say I'm Tired, tired. I can't move anymore. I close my eyes laying down for There's no reason for Going through the Dust.