Lyrics Sons And Daughters - Piers Faccini

Sons And Daughters

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…