hauling your limestone all over town
won't you send me a message and keep me around
building you a pyramid
lost in the sand, lost in the sand
nomads they will find you
your locks will never hold
prophets will forget you
history is painted gold
she's a scarab collector that's what she is
i can tell by the wrapping that's hanging from her wrist
made you a capstone built it from scratch
but I planned no exit or safety hatch