No seed will grow of this barren earth. 
Our hopeunborn has died. 
I've slept in the dirt under the lightof the moon and 
I know our souls have perished.
Calling to those that would hear but 
I am deaf.
Clawing at those that would feel but 
I am dead to myown fears.
Our cancer has grown into a stone. 
This water tasteslike poison. 
Your doomsday machine towers aboveme to instill my vision.
Glowing pyre in the wind, like a glowing pyre in thewind 
I stand to heal.
I tried to touch the feelings they have shown, ourcancer's grown into a stone. 
More cracks as ourceiling caves in. 
This is our destiny.
These are visions, visions on.