The Acacia Strain - Walled City

Blinded by the swirling dust
Fade into twilight from dusk
Burnt by the desert sun
I don't remember anyone

Delusion puts my mind at ease
I can barely see or breathe
Looking up to the sky
I feel so lonely I could die

This sand will be my grave
Picked apart before I am saved
The vultures circle overhead
Don't cry for me, I'm already dead

The wilted waste around me
My heart starts beating slowly
Each breath feels like my last
No future, only past
I cannot move, I cannot think
The world moves on around me
Nothing but blue skies above
As my lungs begin to combust

This sand will be my grave
Picked apart before I am saved
The vultures circle overhead
Don't cry for me, I'm already dead

I put the swine before the pearls
A dying man in a dying world
I see the circling crows
They all know what no one else knows
Barely conscious, barely alive
I relinquish my right, my will to survive
As my lungs fill with heat and sand
I reach out to grab your hand
Mirage in life and dream in death
After this there is nothing left