Your body, so stiff
already, so quickly, rigamortis.
Like an erection laying stiff in my hand,
I gently manouver you into the sand.

The lonely black top boils in sun
Firey boulders scream your songs, unsung.
Amongst the tumbleweed, I dig very deep.
Between the cacti your soul will sleep.

The path that I ended, the time that I shaped,
The life that I took, the soul that I raped.
Returning where I have to make my stand
As I leer at your grave in the hot dusty sand.