My friend is a roach
Stuck in a whale
Nothing to loathe
Except for the failed
Projects of his past
Nothing was meant to last
Everything crashed and burned
Like the engine that could
He's trying to get out
With wooden machines
That he made out
Of fallen trees
Stories were told
Rumors were spread
Each with the conclusion
Hope was finally dead
I'm not the one found by Christ
I'm not the one who got to die
I'm not the one who got to decide
Whether or not I am divine
I want to go home
But there's no way back
I miss my friends
But I have to face the facts
The clock strikes 5:14
Departures garuntee'd
I have nothing to give to you
My time here was abused
These are my goodbyes
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Doesn't imply my death
I'll never see your eyes
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023