The Messenger

With my ears to the clouds, I hear no cries
And thus I know I must be doing right
But surely there is no one on earth who does good and never sins
But with my ears to the earth
The earth tells me there is no sin at all

There is no sin at all
There is no sin at all
My ears to the clouds hear the same thing
Nothing, nothing at all
There is no sin at all

This war is with phantoms and spectres
Of which I know nothing
This war is with phantoms and spectres
Of which I know nothing

What do I have now
If a captive audience?
What is the nature of my power?
I am become the Messenger
And so the Messenger I must be
If I not the Architect, or the Prophet
I will be the carrier, the node of their transmission

The Communicator, the Proselytiser
And this duty will be as sacred as theirs
I am become the Messenger
And I will be honest for them
For to be an honest thing for them

Would be the highest thing I could be
It would be the highest thing I could be
It would be the highest thing I could be
It would be the highest thing I could be

The highest thing I could be
The highest thing I could be
The highest thing I could be



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Norris
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link