Tumbleweeds bounce across your floor
lazily strolling out of the door

Groggily lifting your weary bones from the dead
in pursuit of tumbleweeds you trace the trail that has bled

The seagull stares calmly, trapped on the shore
soaked in man's oil, he's keen to the score

The ghost crabs gather in circular fashion
waiting for nightfall, void of compassion

When the day is dark they'll take him away
piece by piece as tumbleweeds frolic by the bay

Our solar system's star sends it's scalding hot breath
the high noon sun delivers its kiss of death

To eleven babies lying face down in the sand
the shadowlord's fury thundered down with his hand

Eleven pyramids rose from the desert storm
in which tumbleweeds of the omni were born