Souls - Demo

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