i trace what s left of my cold steel as it twitches apply the tourniquet tight savor the moment this might be my last sip of life i see these one hundred miles of shifting stirring sand a forsaken man in this strangers land they ve left me for dead i m so tired of feeling scared but i ve got to find a way i ve got this gun in my hand i got blood on my tongue as i write dead man s words the word we hear is there s one man down and he s alive they ask for volunteers i raise my hand high i m sure he d do the same for me it s three days through the desert heat to save one man s life and i don t even know his name i m so tired and my thirst is strong i might not make it back alive i ve got my gun at my side there s just one fear i can t hide and it s a dead man s words dead man s words in the sand out in the desert so tired and i don t even know his name i will keep my head down i m so tired but there s no way out but ahead i will not die out in the desert i will not die i will keep my head down how many days pass hard to tell in the desert the wind says nothing i move the bullet bites infected to the bone will it find its home before me i pray that you find me soon before i slip away i m so tired but i ve got to hang on i ve just got to make it one more night i ve got this gun in my hand i ve got blood on my tongue one last time i write dead man s words i m tired so tired i keep my head down i m so tired i will keep my head down keep my head down