With sand between my toes, I walk
Water, for miles and miles, I see not
For this is an endless stretch of brown
With only one thing in sight and nothing more
Mouth of a tunnel endless, I see
Lying open, waiting for little me
Icicle teeth right in the Sahara
Ready to devour my faith and nothing more
Wind is strong, I am swept away
Awaits the tunnel, awaits its prey
Nothing to hold on to so in I go
Victor consumes my existence and nothing more
