Letra de The Messenger, Infinite

This day has a reason, remember it with all your might Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite Numbers and digits carved into the foreheads of Everyone that we know, I am blind to this design This day has a reason, remember it with all your might Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite My eyes are hundreds of millions of miles long Weaving intricately and urgently Light is bent to break, for optic's sake, our fragile memory banks Until its beauty recreates I am blind to the design Light is bent to break, for my optic's sake, until its beauty recreates