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

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