[Byford/Quinn/Scarrattt/Carter]. . Turn the wheel of torture. Spin the rack of pain. Now many souls will suffer. To satisfy your game. The smell of death surrounds you.
In a desert valley. Near the Rio Grande. Through the sun baked wasteland. Cross the burning sand. On the edge of nowhere. In a hidden place. They were looking for the answer.
Here we stand underneath a blood red sky. To seek the answer we're all looking for. We build our lives but there's no certainty. They won't be washed away like castles in the sand.