The desert’s calling,
Pulling you closer to Mirage
The desert’s calling,
The desert’s calling,
Watching, waiting
We’re sick of saying
That you don’t belong
The desert’s calling,
And we want you to know
That you were always wrong
Deceiving pleasures always measure
Cut to a serpent’s tongue
However you want it,
You cannot have it
Because of what you’ve done
The desert’s calling,
Hungry for your blood
When we’re dead,
We’ll haunt you until the sun
Rises in the east, or the west
Whichever way seems best
The moon and the stars have
Never existed
Oh, you just missed it
The tide’s already come
The desert’s calling,
The desert’s calling,
Watching, waiting
We’re sick of saying
That you don’t belong
The desert’s calling,
And now you’re falling
Through the sands
And suffocating on our hands
And now you’re story’s done