Broken Ones - Shaman's Harvest

Runnin' like a pack of rabid dogs

It don’t matter where we came from

Chasing ghosts until we’re done

Ain’t no sleep till 21 guns

Momma’s let your broken boys roam

Blood boiling within us

With steel gaze and fists of stone

They’ll try to break us down

But we’ve flown too high into the sun

Into the rising sun

We’re the unwanted dregs and broken thieves

Take yours, we’ve given up on selfish dreams

We come from homes run by bad fathers

Rumor is we’re some bad mothers

Become numb to the pleading screams

Blood boiling within us

With steel gaze and fists of stone

They’ll try to break us down

But we’ve flown too high into the sun

Into the rising sun

«You!

You there, the broken ones.

Hear me!

Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free

The wretched refused of your teeming shore

Send these the homeless tempest-tossed to me

And we will break them on the wheel of the capitalist floor.»

Blood boiling within us

With steel gaze and fists of stone

They’ll try to break us down

But we’ve flown too high into the sun

Blood boiling within us

With steel gaze and fists of stone

They’ll try to break us down

But we’ve flown too high into the sun

Into oblivion