Somebody call the shamans
Tell them that there’s blood upon the ground
Tell them that we’ll grant them all immunity
Tell them that we need them right now
 
Somebody call the shamans
Tell them all that evil is afoot
Tell them that we’ll pay whatever price that they demand
Tell them that the sun rose up this morning black as soot
 
Somebody call the shamans
Go find them in whatever dens that they may lurk
Tell them that our children are all dying
Tell them that we need them now to do our dirty work
 
Somebody call the shamans
Tell them we’re prepared to sacrifice anything
Tell them that the oceans turned deep red last night
Tell them that the winter followed spring
 
Somebody call the shamans
Tell them that the earth’s begun to shake
Tell them that we know that we were wrong
Tell them that we know that it’s too late
 
 

WE'RE ALL CAPTAINS OF THE MODERN INDUSTRY