This horizon ties your hands. Pray for mercy as you sink 
below.
Through the thunder, until the rain falls, we're alone.
Look at the way she stares. You want to make her suffer. 
Bury your face in sand. Keep it smothered. Hurry, avert 
your eyes and hold them still. Dig deep your lines. Stop 
your breathing.
No words, only sound. Slow steps. Heed no one. No heat, 
only shrouds.
The elders sway. The cowards fall. They couldn't find a 
way. No hope or fear of floating. No one for you to know. 
They couldn't find a way.
Through the thunder, until the rain falls, we're alone. 
Through the sandstorm, until the soil floods we're as 
bone. I'm an island. I built my wall's stone too tall. 
Wait upon your shore. Maybe there sails an escape for 
you.
So you race to the end, and then you hurtle towards 
another one. So you pray for the wind. Then you race to 
the end. I'm through counting.