Michael & the Slumberland Band - Shell Shake Lyrics

Doom spreads it's wings and the crows start to sing
And the sun aims to set on a filth ridden street
I pull up to the gate
To an ill omened Fate
Stare into a face with eyes of dead weight

She's out there
In the moonlight
Speaking in ancient tongues
A rhythm from heaven
Or a corrupted soul

There's no where to go
When there's no place called home
The evening is spent with her head in hands
Til she stalks the van
Stares in to the mirror
"Sorry" she croaks with a syringe in her throat

She's out there
In the moonlight
Shell of a warrior
A plasma disaster
Decaying from the inside out

You don't tell anybody
And hope the waves here will wash you ashore
In a series of bad decisions
Can't decide what's good for you
With a conscience like an anvil
You'll sink before you wash ashore