Crawling through the burning sand Just a man whose lost in time. Distant memories of a life That flow like waves within my mind. Look upon these calloused hands as they move without a thought Lucid wisdom in every atom the golden mind of Thoth, We are the Gods, who have lost ourselves in forms, Like a scarab in the mind we fester in the soul. I have felt the burden of pain So you want the f*****g truth? So you want the f*****g truth? The truth is we all suffer. Beat me down, beat me down Again and again, again and again