Sangtekster for Estradasphere: Danse Of Tosho & Slavi / Randy's Desert Adventure

Danse Of Tosho & Slavi / Randy's Desert Adventure

Go into the sand, cell-phone in hand, but with no bottled water

Big Sun-I praise you, the only one that can kill me with passivity
Lavaging, as you pour down invisible death tentacles of no mercy
Blood rushes to my head
My knee hits the hot earth
The heat-it burns!!!
My pores, Blood boils- Skin peels as you

This adventure I regret as death tears into me from above
My body-now a well I've abandoned for modernity
This cell-phone can't save from the swelling dunes that wait to cover my charred corpse
My flesh cooks-insipid, and is ripped apart by vultures
From severed eyes I take a final look into the sky
Radiance blinding as it gives-and now takes

Will they miss me Monday morning