Strike The Slate

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.

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.