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 Calling to those that would hear But I am deaf Clawing at those that would feel But I am dead to my own fears 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