The Messenger

Hands to the sky while the air speaks my name
All the sense to wonder why, but no soul to do the same
Crawl inside, disconnect, let sensation fade away
An endless night to keep us safe
Shield our eyes and minds from the mess that we’ve made
How long do we all pretend that this is fine?
We’ve come too far to be fed another empty line
Apathetic lives while we scream beneath the skin
All the words to make it right, but no voice to carry them
How long do we all pretend that this is fine?
We’ve come too far to be fed another empty line
Everything you are will fade in time
Crawl inside, disconnect, let the sensation fade away
Crawl inside, disconnect, let the sensation fade away
Fade away
How long do we all pretend that this is fine?
We’ve come to far to be fed another empty line
Everything you are will fade in time