Covenant 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 the ship of fools a beacon for the liars in the dark I'm the first and the last I claim this land I'm the lost and the hungry I need this land the inescapable face of truth spins my head again disturbingly 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 lands we work so hard to be wise and dream of light to be pure we need brighter death to grow the clean touch of virgin hands
