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 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