Museum Pieces - Messenger Lyrics

Deep in my heart is a fever
A bright light flashing like the barrel of a gun




I was born a messenger
Buried deep down are the words of the One




I can't sleep much longer
I want to live my life by the cycle of the sun




False idols making me swoon
They're dark like the shadows behind the moon




Every inch of road is a signature
Of the movements of man and the nature of time
And so I run on and on through a sparkling cloud of rhyme




False idols making me swoon
They're dark like the shadows behind the moon




Trapped by the ornaments of the others
Trapped though they called themselves my brothers




Deep in my heart is a fever
A bright light flashing like a barrel of a gun