up from the sands of the mighty sahara comes, our hero bold who so it's told, is a lot like you and me. his passion burns, the world it turns, he fills his hands to fill the void, and fuels the constant feeling of nothingness inside his soul____ feels like nothing ever did. kills like nothing ever could. dark and jaded, world i hated, everything i left behind, i don't need you and i don't want you, world that left me blind ____beneath the sands of the mighty sahara lies, buried traeasure, sunken deap, in darkened tombs where deam men sleep. gold fills hands, or is it sand? the same that covers everything. where cities stood soon deserts found, now sink beneath the swelling ground ____feels like nothing ever did. kills like nothing ever could. dark and jaded, world i hated, everthing i left behind. i don't need you and i don't want you, world that left me blind ____this world is for the taking, this world is suffocating _plastic bags of novocaine, some pcp to kill the pain, to build a tomb to store your rust, moth eaten piles of blowing dust ____up from the sands of the mighty sahara comes our hero bold, in search of gold, a casket for a dying world. our hero stands, wirh wealth in hands, the prize for his enseavors. the masses cheer to hide there fears that no man lives forever ____feels like nothing ever did. kills like nothing ever could. dark and jaded, world i hated, everything i left behind. i don't want you and i don't need you world that left me blind