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      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       The inescapable face of truth   spins my head again   disturbingly unable to stand back   I'm going down      The undeniable sense of wonder   kicks my head in   disturbingly unable to escape   I dive to drown       We want so hard to be true   and claim the right to be good   and yet we never seem to know   how to reach promised lands       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