There’s a black bird / Perched up on a black dog / And they’re plotting your demise / Lazing in the backyard
Baixar Mais Tocadas: ouvir Shaman’s Harvest
When the dark comes / And the cold in our bones / And we’re seduced to close our eyes / Can we pretend it doesn’t show?
What’s that metronome I hear / Perhaps the end is drawing near / You never hear the shot that takes you down / Now your dreams are memories
Got no more hate / And that makes me dangerous / No pride or shame / And that makes me dangerous
Strike the slate and measure out the damage done / Ya tie the needle right through the bone / And i am lost to mothers only son / And i have sung my final song
Well you know you better run / To the hills and the convents / With hair raisin’ goosebumps / You can feel the man comin
Maybe the sky’s falling out around the babies / Maybe the world is gonna spin out of control / I don’t care anymore / What if I quit today working for the man?