Wicker Man

Wicker Man
Words and Music by James Kennedy

Life Inside a Snail Shell
Believing you're a Prophet living in Hell
A cynical Wicker Man
Always got a better plan

But try and find him if you can

When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
Turning all your windows into Microscopes
It's only a choice

Life inside his frightened mind
Filled with all the negatives he can find
To save him from saying yes
And risk disproving he's the best

But no actions will ever speak louder than his words

When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
Turning all your windows into Microscopes
It's only a choice

It's only a choice
It's only a choice

And he's scared of the world 'cos he thinks the worlds like him

When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
Turning all your windows into Microscopes
It's only a choice