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 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 fed another empty line
Everything you are will fade in time

Crawl inside, disconnect, let sensation fade away
Crawl inside, disconnect, let sensation fade away
Fade away

How long do we all pretend that this is fine?
We've come too far to fed another empty line
Everything you are will fade in time