Covenant: Figurehead (1995)

Figurehead

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
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 the 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.

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.


Speed

Give me, give me the speed I need.
I want more life, don't need this state to last.
I want more to burn, I want more to break.
So give me the speed I need.

My own movements feel so strange.
Are we all insane, or is it only me?
Believing, believing in the free will
To last, to burn, to die.

Fail against my domination,
Learn the sweetness of my mercy,
Guide my reckless steel,
Make me feel, or fix my speed.

No force too loud to try.
Never reaching, never reaching through the glass.
Scratching, itching my steel...
Let's go, let's go, unknown mind...

Motions, actions from the pure mind.
A rare thing! A wise thing?
So begin, move, crush.
So restless, dayless, always.

Fail against my domination,
Learn the sweetness of my mercy,
Guide my reckless steel,
Make me feel, or fix my speed.


Voices

The forcing walls are closing in,
And the sky is still descending.
The price for a life in sin
Is beyond repair and mending.

He can see it in the eyes,
Where life is slowly fading.
It's not worth it to be nice
To a voice that's so evading.

He pulls the trigger of his gun.
The voice is so degrading.
Petrified he tries to run,
The words reverberating...

He hears chanting choirs and voices at night.
They're raging like fires but speaking so light.
He wants to kill the past,
To be alone at last.

He takes a step into the brain,
Little there remaining.
Dissolving in the frozen rain,
The voice is disengaging.

He hears chanting choirs and voices at night.
They're raging like fires but speaking so light.
He wants to kill the past,
To be alone at last.