The desert in the blazing sun
I feel my throat is burning
The guard is incorruptable
You name it vanity or yearning - ohNow - dusty wind into my face
We gotta build it higher and higher
Oh the sun is whipping from above
Your child in chains of desireAnd craving towers
From the desert towards the sky
The grind of the genius
Who's raising his own declineAnd the navigator is heading for hell
Setting off on a journey
And he'll never return
And the navigator he rose and he fell
In quest for heaven
He'll never returnHey the seeker reaching for the stars
Beyond the scape of profanity
Oh and when he tried to touch the light
Fire burned his sanity awayOh I gotta see it all
Tempting deities I hear them
But then when you follow their call
Pride goes before the fallAnd the navigator...