Shaman's Harvest - Strike the Slate lyrics

Strike the slate and measure out the damage done You tie the needle right through the bone And I am lost to mothers only son And I've 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 Fill it with white noise And I'll be your prophet You'll be counting ships And 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 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 Oh, and I've sang for the patient mother Naive and child-like lovers Sang to get out of this place Oh, and I'm drawn to the sound of silence Cracked whip and peal of sirens Drawn to this cold empty space Fill it with white noise