The Messenger

I'll find a way

I'll search in every direction

I refuse to believe that this path is mine

Worry free I go on

Step back, I know your game

Humor me, release the facts

Tell me why we're here,

Cause I don't want to know what you live for

The traffic is blocking the exits

Get me out of here

And rewash my brain through my ears

There is another highway that no one knows of

The lanes exist

We are an empire lied to about failure

Knowing only one way to reach the future

These directions are headed to my dead end

Who are they to plan our every move?

And I'll save myself while I still can, I think I still can

Not every step leads to another

I'm standing but I'm not breathing

My lungs are failing me

The messenger lies through his teeth

Brakes cut into rubber as I see flames sailing the roadside

Heroes emerge from men as they rush to the scene

I fled the scene

Two crashes and you can bet I am not one of them