4. The Snick

I was born
I was born without a name
I was born without control
Over things I never said
I was born without a goal
Never meant to stay
They came with many trailers
They knew the road
The desert has the answer
Soon I would know
The curse of succulent sounds
And dances
A grave for the mind
The vows of the summoning serpents
Will echo and die
Be reborn without restrains
For us to believe
The world underneath
The essence showing the way
A trail the serpent left for me
To grow without pain
And ride the ether free
Spreads with the sound
A spark within the waves
Creeps to the soul
And feeds on the remains
The desert flows with the wind
And fades, the walls are closing in
Footsteps deep in the trails
And nothing left for me
Spreads with the sound
A spark within the waves
Creeps to the soul
And feeds on the remains