Oblivion

To whom it may concern
This is a cautionary tale
The craven machinations of your will are doomed to fail
The hinges on your fortress have all begun to rust
We've got the place surrounded and there's no one left to trust
So fall on your knees and hear the sirens' voices
They have been calling out for you

Now all that's left to do is weep
And cry yourself to sleep, embracing infinity
The writings on the wall, and it's crimson
Red as it will ever be
But don't worry
Oblivion is a dreamless sleep, a sleep that never ends
It never rends as we tear at this façade
Far too much of life spent at the mercy of an undeserving god

A charlatan dressed up in silver and gold
So say we all
The wealth that you've hoarded won't buy you a soul
So say we all

One for the money, two for the show
A coin for the Ferryman
A gentle breeze the feather's weight to blow
Penny for your thoughts, it's all you deserve

Now all that's left to do is weep and let the sirens sing you home
The writings on the wall in crimson red
Betray the violence entombed here in each catacomb

Oblivion is a dreamless sleep, a sleep that never ends