so I walked into the haze

and a million dirty ways

now I see you lying there

like a lie-low losing air… air

black rocks and shoreline sand

still that summer I cannot bear

and I wipe the sand from my arms

it’s the spanish sahara 

the place that you’d wanna

leave the horror here

forget the horror here 

forget the horror here

leave it all down here

it’s future rust and then it’s future dust

now the waves they drag you down

carry you to broken ground

though I find you in the sand

wipe you clean with dirty hands

so god damn this boiling space

it’s the spanish sahara 

the place that you’d wanna

leave the horror here

forget the horror here

forget the horror here

leave it all down here

it’s future rust and then it’s future dust

I’m the fury in your head

I’m the fury in your bed

I’m the ghost in the back of your head

cause I am…