The Messenger - Circles

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