Anton Rothstein - Calenture lyrics

It's been two days and seven hours Since we ran out of water And we already lost a few They, as us, were starving Good men, but not as hardened As us remaining in the faith that they did loose As we come crawling towards the tide On our hands and our knees, scraping by No one wants to face the reaper In this god forsaken heat sick And it's a challenge to feel the need to stay alive It's getting hard to recognise the faces of my friends Just a week ago they shone with vigour of the brave But the sun has turned their skin into old, worn leather With expressions contorted out of place As we come crawling towards the tide On our hands and our knees, scraping by No one wants to face the reaper In this god forsaken heat sick And it's a challenge to feel the need to stay alive