“Bat
Country”
He
who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man
Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my
will to stay.
I trie-ie-ied to drive all through the night,
the heat stroke ridden weather, the barren
empty sights.
No oasis here to see, the sand is singing
deathless words to me.
