The prophet smiles. His eyes glint as he turns his careworn face to the stars. You can sense his presence. "Have a little faith" he says, then leaves.
Then you're driving down the highway past houses filled with families. Each unit is a living thing. You fly by these hopes and dreams--and crack houses. But they are all burning...taking you deep into the night.
Rescue me from this waste land, and I'll drag you to the shore. We will swim in the warmth of sunshine so that we might be reborn. We will peel the skin from our humanity...So that we might be immaculate.