Sons And Daughters - Piers Faccini

Pockets full of lies wearing down the bone

Life is but an ocean a ship made of stone

A desert lain with thorns dogs at your heels

A diamond in the light nothing shines for real

O sons and daughters

Cursed and damned

O sons and daughters

Is this your land?

Frozen over water solid from the cold

Friction is a fire burning so I’m told

Can’t make out the puzzle can’t dig out the key

If I don’t see my own eyes I’ll never find me

O sons and daughters

Cursed and damned

O sons and daughters

Is this your land?

Trapped under a circle locked inside a head

Laughing at the ending stopping me dead

Your land

Your land

Your land…