The weapon of hell is deception, the great deception is false redemption. Mirage. The path we've taken was paved for our destruction. Whatever happened to walking the road less traveled, the straight and narrow way. We're being swallowed up by a mirage of false hope. The further we travel the more these lines get blurred. Now the pavement turns to gravel, gravel turns to sand, we're being devoured in the valley of dry bones. This place has peeled back my flesh and drained the blood from my veins leaving me to die in the desert. And though I wanted to cry out, pride had cut out my tongue, so there I slept. We've made our beds and now we're sleeping in them. We've made our beds and now we're dying in them. And just as the sun sank beneath the hills, I saw a new light appear in the darkness. With the light came prophesy and with the prophesy came new life. My dry bones, no longer brittle, stood firm in the place where they had once fell. And as tears of joy streamed down my face a new song echoed over and over again. Wake up. Dry bones, wake up. Hear the prophecy, wake up. Dry bones, wake up.