Wooden Figures

Dear old friend, I just wanted to catch up.

Just how far away have you managed to run?

Try to lose your shadow that you didn't think would follow

Til finding respite in the cold fragile delusions of this grotto

For where there is no light you can pretend you do not see

And when you choose your prison you can pretend that you are free

With nothing more to wait for there are no weights to call your bluff

And with no weights to carry, even you look tough

Dear old friend, I'm holding back tears

As you sit on the ground with your hands on your ears

Blocking out the sounds that still linger in your head

Of your bare feet pounding on blocks of cement

And still you say it is I who is kidding myself

For seeing brightness and warmth in the fires of Hell

Well I'm starting to see what you meant when you said

That waiting to die means you're already dead

They'll carve out your features as well as they're able

And if you get splinters they'll call you ungrateful

For it's a world of wooden figures, we supposedly need

And nothing made of wood is supposed to bleed

So you marched along hoping not to feel faint

Until choosing your weaknesses, troubles, complaints

Running away from what we're told to love

Well, dear old friend, I just wanted to catch up