Souls At Zero

<br>No seed will grow of this barren earth. Our hope<br>unborn has died. I`ve slept in the dirt under the light<br>of the moon and I know our souls have perished.<br><br>Calling to those that would hear but I am deaf.<br>Clawing at those that would feel but I am dead to my<br>own fears.<br><br>Our cancer has grown into a stone. This water tastes<br>like poison. Your doomsday machine towers above<br>me to instill my vision.<br><br>Glowing pyre in the wind, like a glowing pyre in the<br>wind I stand to heal.<br><br>I tried to touch the feelings they have shown, our<br>cancer`s grown into a stone. More cracks as our<br>ceiling caves in. This is our destiny.<br><br>These are visions, visions on.