On a desert highway

Miles of sand ahead

Beating sun and dust storms

Could this be the end

My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth

I have no strength to speak

All the beauty around me

Looks so bleak

As my eyelids grow heavy

I think I hear a sound

My savior has come

I will not be put in the ground

Then a biker rides up

Tells me hop on his bike

But I only hear gibberish

Like a damn jackalope

I know I'm seeing things

As my consciousness goes

The heat and the sand

They have taken their toll

Then he looks into my eyes

His gaze as cold as ice

He tells me I have nothing to fear

For he is the reaper of souls

Track from the album "Dub Country Essentials Vol. 1", previously released on the album "Devil In The Detail".