Messenger of All's Right

«If you’re still out there, let me know you’re out there!
Are you out there?!»
The avalanche took me by surprise
This time, it was visible-
Taller than the trees
Reaching the sky, it nearly buried me…
But I’ve been delivered by a dead man’s voice
Like a messenger of all’s right
I’ve seen you live through the darkest of days-
Alive, but a little less
And hanging off your cigarette, and hiding under pills
Your brilliance will decay…
Unless delivered by a dead man’s voice
Like a messenger of all’s right
When the sun doesn’t shine for days
When there’s a slave behind my eyes
When the usual isn’t enough
And the voices rage until I hate again
There is one who would pull me out… (of the rumble)
The rumble would decay when the needle hit the groove and built the silence
The silence will decay when the needle left the groove to build the rumble
The avalanche took me by surprise
The next time I may not be as fortunate-
It’s so hard to clear my head
My days of life go racing by, and I won’t even use them…
Unless delivered by a dead man’s voice
Like a messenger of all’s right
I’ve been delivered by a messenger