Look to the sky I see clouds Look to the sun but i see clouds Covering our skies Look to the sky but i see clouds Covering our sun This is the result of our own Wicked aociation Surrounded by the fear and doubt That lies within these wicked ones All our lives they draw their knives This is not our home We are strangers unto this foreign land Take head brothers and sisters, as these snakes breed Its not our home, its not It is Its not our home, it is Its not our home Its not our home In the begining was the WORD Then came light Heard through the night