Desert Rocks

Torn and bloody socks on these desert rocks Been so long since they stepped on fertile ground You’ve got motive You’ve got soul I got heat signatures pinging off these roads Trail of blood winding around these desert rocks It’s a miracle the night creepers haven’t come in crawling You’re a victim You’re a curse I’ll use everything I have to bring you close Broken down door at the edge of desert rocks Innocence squandered in a fit of turbulence You’re a poison You’re a blade I’ll make my fatal move upon this stage Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals