Dear Lord, you've been long gone
From this town and far beyond
There's a dead tree in a field of sand
Distant cheering in the wind
I see you now
Mirrored in a pool of my own blood
I should have known
I would find you in Samarra
With blessings in disguise
At the pale man I pointed
Eye in eye with my demise
Can Samarra be avoided?
How many times have I seen him leave?
His hand in yours
Yours in his
Leaving only dust not knowing where to finally rest
Now here I lay, in a field of sand
To the deepest bone disjointed
Wondering in my barren wasteland
Can Samarra be avoidеd?
