Wicker Man
Words and Music by James Kennedy
Life Inside a Snail Shell
Believing you're a Prophet living in Hell
A cynical Wicker Man
Always got a better plan
But try and find him if you can
When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
Turning all your windows into Microscopes
It's only a choice
Life inside his frightened mind
Filled with all the negatives he can find
To save him from saying yes
And risk disproving he's the best
But no actions will ever speak louder than his words
When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
Turning all your windows into Microscopes
It's only a choice
It's only a choice
It's only a choice
And he's scared of the world 'cos he thinks the worlds like him
When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
Turning all your windows into Microscopes
It's only a choice