Schaft Visual Cortex
Alive in the desert heat, the sun holds her heart
As it drains every breath and tears limbs apart
And no one to know
And no one to see (???)
And no one to hear
That final ghostly cry
Alive in the desert heat, the sun holds her heart
As it drains every breath and tears limbs apart
As night lays its shroud
She lies down to wait
And the moon cools her bones
As it seals her fate
And no one to know
And no one to see (???)
And no one to hear
That final ghostly cry