Welcome to endless hell on earth All means of torture find their birth There is no way to make it real No drug on earth can make it heal Won't find it there, won't find it anywhere Can't lay it bare, too dark and dread to share... And seconds stretch and hours bend Like desert days that have no end Mirages always end in dust And every gambler goes bust Won't find it there, won't find it anywhere Where are the words? They scatter like the birds... This is the doorway to the grave Nobody states the things they crave Nobody speaks the things they feel The desolation's close and real Won't find it there, won't find it anywhere These cracked delights, they tear just like a knife...