The Messenger

You never thought you’d feel this empty And on the way down you’re pulling us all with you So all ashore, so all ashore In the midst, in the quick, in the center of all of it The quiet, so loud In the midst, in the quick, in the falling out (so low) The quiet, so loud In the midst, in the quick, in the center of all of it I’m falling, I’m falling out There’s no way out There’s no way out The recipient of this message calls They want a refund on this toll It’s taken its toll On them, on us It’s taken its toll It’s driven into the bone And on and on it goes On just as foretold There’s no hallelujah in this sound There’s no safety in what’s been found This is reckoning, recording into history Kill that bird that brought this fell omen Wring its neck Beat it dead And don’t leave your windows open anymore I’m not calling the shots I’m just reporting the facts of what’s been seen Just relaying the message in between I’m a third party to this investment in pain There’s no way out There’s no way out