Cloaks of Oblivion - Eruption

Pulsing green neon lights

Decaying skyline, a view of the city at night

Avarice and lust scraping the stars

While pestilence seeps through the gutters and poisons our minds

Blood turning to gold as the gears turn

Inherent ideals, our ways are set in stone

Sweat, blood, tears and fear

Enslaved by empty words — we’re not alive

Shadows now fall filling our hearts

Venom they feed us and leave us all empty and numb

Draped in cloaks of gloom and smiling sedated

Onwards we march, oblivious

Blood turning to gold as the gears turn

Inherent ideals, our ways are set in stone

Sweat, blood, tears and fear

Enslaved by empty words — we’re not alive

Tube fed mentality

From the cradle to the grave

A morbid morality

A religion to enslave

Shake off your cloak of oblivion

Step out of mental decay

Hollow hearts, empty minds

Animate corpses keep the machine alive

Avarice and lust scraping the stars

Onwards we march, oblivious

Blood turning to gold as the gears turn

Inherent ideals, our ways are set in stone

Sweat, blood, tears and fear

Enslaved by empty words — sleepers awake

Shake off your cloak of oblivion

Step out of mental decay