Scavengers - Shaman's Harvest

Ain’t no use in tryna save me

For death is here, won’t keep her waiting

Like a moth to a flame, I keep coming

On my two feet, I’ll go down gunning

On my two feet, I’ll go down gunning

Ain’t no way that I can hold on

To this paper will that I’ve emboldened

Every night my ambitious mind starts churning

With the rising sun, it’s set to burning

Yeah, every day this table’s turning

Please don’t wake me

Fall asleep between the notes

In this house beset by ghosts

Ravaged by internal hopes

On pins and needles

This thunderous quiet

Please don’t wake me

Falling asleep between the notes

In this house beset by ghosts

Ravaged by internal hopes

On pins and needles

This thunderous quiet

This thunderous silence

Thunderous quiet