Driftwood Figurines

The destination is a lost location
The realisation that we’re all patients of ruthless dictators
We’re just roofless painters
Painting stories of former glories
Driftwood figurines
Myths blow them to smithereens
I don’t want anyone to know what I’ve done
If they knew they’d have my back against the wall for I’ve sinned
It’s my secret & I will keep it for always
I will pay someday for all of this won’t go astray
It remains in my veins & drains the pain straight to my heart
This was my design
I couldn’t swallow my own advice
And now I must pay the price
A debt I cannot afford
A threat that cannot be ignored
The dreams have all been washed ashore
Someone’s normality is another’s insanity
No new beginnings, this is the sea that I swim in (forever)
You are what you drink & my vessel she sinks in this illness
Your freedom’s my prison
Oh how I so wish you could feel this