As to the drifters of the high rift plains. They can see the ashes and the acid rain. It turns to dust before my very eyes. And it chokes to death within the smog it lies. ​Take one look at your skies. And in the darkness realize. Kill fear the power of lies. For we will not be hypnotized. Turn back the clock within your glass of sand. To a time of love within this blackened land. A silent child climbs a mound of char. Where he plants a seed that grows beyond the stars. Take one look at your skies. And in the darkness realize. Kill fear the power of lies. For we will not be hypnotized. Take one look at your skies. And in the darkness realize. Kill fear the power of lies. For we will not be hypnotized. Oh