Exbattery's Fotothing

For years you've met our thirst,
Still deserts we have roamed
But we'll be done dust with dirt
When the ocean calls us home
We'll fall into the arms
Of a cool and sweet embrace
Under stars and waving palms
We'll shed our sin like snakes
And time will cease to stalk us and death will be undone
And we'll shine with the light of a thousand blazing suns