The Messengers Songtext
von tB Project

Early in the morning
Making noise
Another dull day
Faced the same way to get by
Passing by where we were
Together
The siren sounds and she sends us out the door

Lines of us nameless
Sending our pleas to someone out there who′s listening
Deep echoes and shifting ground
All this for the sake of renown
Mantras to see another day
Their bullets will miss me and I will endure

A test of strength and wit
A battlefield with no limits
And we're right in the middle
Uncolored eyes behold a breach in honor
Trapped within a fleeting unrest
"Chivalrous" interference


An outside voice needs to be heard

Exclusive gift over the airwaves
Simple words break through

Time slips by
Missed our chance to sit on the grid
We′ll be alright
As you slip a look back at me

Dead last
Doesn't matter where we start
Save it for last
A hard cut to the front
Final corner
From the old path to new
I guess we weren't meant to see this through

One event to shape the world
Our skies have begun to change


Pulled away
A dying wish
Seven stars
Then an eighth
A hunter
A blank stare
A passing
A fate shared