No seed will grow of this barren earth. Our hope Unborn has died. I've slept in the dirt under the light Of 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 my Own fears. Our cancer has grown into a stone. This water tastes Like poison. Your doomsday machine towers above Me to instill my vision. Glowing pyre in the wind, like a glowing pyre in the Wind I stand to heal. I tried to touch the feelings they have shown, our Cancer's grown into a stone. More cracks as our Ceiling caves in. This is our destiny. These are visions, visions on.