[The Prophet is surprised at the overwhelming negative response from These Who Will Not See.
He learns that Truth is often like an enemy: It hurts, It cuts, It is not easily accepted,
It causes Those Who Will not See to put up barriers and sometimes attack... but the Prophet continues to reason]

I walked up and stood at the edge of the view
And I looked around
We took in the curve of the massive horizon
And the lives on the ground

I didn't know what to say
I had to ask anyway

Tell me
How will we live without water
How long will we dance with the hand
Of our own devil's daughter

The drones fell in line with incredible numbers
And I felt defeat
'Cause the spell was too strong and they were in slumber
So I stared at their feet

I had to ask anyway

Tell me
How will we live without water
How long will we listen to lies
From our own devil's daughter
Tell me
How will we live without water
How long will we dance with the hand
Of our own devil's daughter