The dessert in the blazing sunI feel my throat is burningThe guard is incorruptableYou name it vanity or yearning – ohNow – dusty into my faceWe gotta build it higher and higherThe sun is whipping from aboveYour child chains of desireAnd craving towersFrom the dessert towards the skyThe grind of the geniusWho’s raising his own declineAnd the navigator is heading for hellSetting off on a journeyAnd he’ll never returnAnd the navigator he rose and he fellIn quest for heavenHe’ll never returnHey the seeker reaching for the starsBeyond the scape of profanityOh and when he tried to touch the lightFire burned his sanity awayOh I gotta see it allTempting deities I hear themBut then when you follow their callPride goes before the fallAnd the navigator…