Eruption - Cloaks of Oblivion

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