born to die; i'm an untapped force
thrown into the mouth of the source
i'm just a slave to gasoline
lost inside a distant dream

and i've been filling my head with space
time moves on at a snail's pace
i'm waiting to get real good and gone
made of dust; child of the dawn

try to live off the fat of the land
pretty hard when it's made of sand
yeah, I am everything that i was taught
oceans of questions and answers wrought

ashes to ashes and dust to dust
creatures feasting on their mother's crust