Testo Figurehead

we wish so hard to be seen
and pray at night to be heard
and yet we have nothing to show
but false words and broken dreams

i'm the figurehead on a ship of fools
a beacon for the liars in the dark
i'm the first and last i claim this land i'm the lost and the hungry i need this land

the inescapeable face of truth
spins my head again
disturbingly unable to stand back
i'm going down
the undeniable sense of wonder
kicks my head in
disturbingly unable to escape
i dive to drown

we want so hard to be true
and claim the right to be good
and yet we never seem to know
how to reach the promised land
we work so hard to be wise
and dream of light silver pure
we need brighter death to grow
the clean touch of virgin hands