The vast amount of wasted land
Cries upon the space
Of layers of on which we stand
The screams of the disgrace
Holes line the edges of the earth
The tired souls scream deep
This is where the lake gave birth
The water didn't keep
Now wanders back the many souls
Beat with sand and stone
They dug and dug out in their holes
Assignment of their zone
The heat it stifles on the sand
And in the figures throats
Its like this pain was deeply planned
They must have taken notes
The thirst still lingers with the sighs
And with they remember still
All the lonely lengthy cries
The heat was sure to kill