It's all around you, you fucking lunatic (sorry, that just seems appropriate; no offense, really).
"Taste the water. Is it real? How does it make you feel, being endlessly dependent on external crutches and shields? Sleepwalking through the dust-covered fields, taunted by the haunted souls who kept the seals closed; I stretched the distance and pushed the envelope, this song's become an endless note for all women and men with hope. Open your eyes! You no longer can float. You're sinking and drinking the Powdered Water is going to make you choke."