Текст песни
The dunes are a mouth, the wind is a tongue
Every step I take, another grain gets stung
The desert eats miles, it eats bones, it eats trucks
It’s been chewing on my sanity, and I’m out of luck
But I’m not a meal – I’m a stone in the throat
I’ll scratch from the inside till the message gets wrote
Sand eater, sand eater
I’ve been swallowing the heat, now I’m the fever
Sand eater, sand eater
You can’t digest what won’t surrender
The dune slides left, the compass spins
I spit out grit, I feel it in my shins
Every breath is a shovel, every cough a hole
The desert’s hungry, but I’ve got a soul made of coal
I’ll burn from within, leave a mark on the crust
Turn my own ashes into something it can’t trust
The sand whispers You’re already inside me.
I whisper back Then prepare for the ride.
Sand eater, sand eater
Dig my heels in, make it deeper
Sand eater, sand eater
I’ll become the thing you cannot keep
