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