Visual Cortex

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 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 hear
That final ghostly
Cry