Don’t Shoot the Messenger

[Guitar Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
What I do is not quite up to me
Who I choose is not a choice
I believe there's much above me
I don't cling to hear a voice
I receive the words anonymously
And your fingers do the rest
When I steal, standard holds me to
Your temple or your chest

[Chorus]
Call your lady up
Let her know
You made your bed now
You're laying low
You made your peace now
It's time to go

[Guitar Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
People die for lesser causes
When the violence of this place
Starts to spin on and on just like the ocean
It'll get you in the face

[Chorus]
But you call your lady
Let her know
You've reached that last stage
Played the show
Don't shoot the messenger
There's time to go