Overhead the buzzards fly
Struggle to see through your dirt filled eyes
Wincing in pain, you pray for the rain
To bring an end to your demise
You chose this path that you're on
Looking for shelter, there's none
Your actions brought you here
And now you will be scorched by the sun
Pride led you down this lonely road
Whispers wormed inside your ears
Preaching you'd be better off alone
Stars guided you through this terrain
But the sun blocked out the darkness
Only you and your shadows have remained
Stubbornness left you spurned
Now the world will watch you burn
Drinking from a poisoned well full of worms
Thinking that you're a pure and selfless martyr
Spitting on those who try to give you water
All while you wonder Why am I dying of thirst
You will learn
Or you will burn
Burn
In the mouth of the foolish, is a rod of pride
But the lips of the wise shall preserve them
He that is proud, eats up himself
Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle
And whatever praises itself, but in the deed,
Devours the deed in the praise
Wander aimlessly grasping for a greater prize
Falter as your man-made desert melts your dreams
Right in front your eyes
Suffer
Traitor
Censor
Failure
Crawling, refused help defiantly, you're almost out of time
Running, try to catch that green oasis
You've created in your mind
Lies drawing in the
Flies drowning out the
Cries of laughter
Rain down on you all because of pride
Open your eyes
Or burn alive
All because of
Pride led you down this burning road
The whispers fade from your ears
Leaving you in this desert all alone
Stars fill your eyes followed by pain
Looking back at the trail you blazed
There's only sand
Nothing else remains