The Messenger

I'll find a way, I'll search in every direction I refuse to believe that this path is mine 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, I go on, I go on Step back, I know your game Humor me, 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 Rewash my brain through my ears, go There is another highway that no one knows of The lanes exist, the lanes exist We are an empire lied to about failure Knowing only one- 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, my lungs are failing me My lungs are failing me, my lungs are failing me The messenger, 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, I fled the scene Two crashes and you can bet I am not one of them