Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
Piers Faccini
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...