[Recording]
"Cold....I'm cold"
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
These are visions, visions on