Lyrics Strike The Slate - Shaman's Harvest
Strike
the
slate
and
measure
out
the
damage
done
Tie
the
needle
right
through
the
bone
I
am
lost
to
mothers
only
son
And
I
have
sung
my
final
song
In
this
house
of
failing
grace
And
I′ve
sang
for
the
patient
mother
Naive
and
child
like
lovers
Sang
to
get
out
of
this
place.
And
I'm
drawn
to
the
sound
of
silence
Cracked
whip
and
peal
of
sirens
Drawn
to
this
cold
empty
space.
Filling
with
white
noise.
And
I′ll
be
your
prophet
while
You'll
be
counting
ships,
Followed
by
hurricanes
blown
straight
from
Poseidon's
lips,
You
know
my
dreams
They
have
fed
a
fire
for
so
long,
This
is
my
final
song
sung
by...
sung
by
sirens.
(Chorus)
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