Don't Shoot the Messenger

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 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 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 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