One final descent
 The emptiness it portrays
 Long views into nothingness
 It's where you go to die
 Where we're not found
 The torment of isolation
 Vast landscapes, parches your throat
 Dust kicked up from the ground
 Only the storm ridden sky
 Controls the glaring heat of the sun
 Soon it will break
 Much like your spirit at hand
 Where the desert owns your moral
 Facing the vultures, that circle overhead
 Give up. Give in.