Citizens of the Cyclopean Maze - Coldworker

All is quiet here

Now that we’re used to fear

Pitch-black skyline rules

Oppressing walls enfold

Beneath we walk in line

Shadows out of time

Labour the day away

To rest in shallow graves

Citizens of the cyclopean maze

Sterile breed that grace forgot

Lay down my fate

Assimilate

On the horizon the city awaits

Relinquish the last shreds of humanity

Towers of stone

Built on my bones

Carry the weight of indifferent souls

Embraced by the chains of slavery

Artificial light

Is our only guide

Numb we play the parts

Concrete surrounds the heart

Structure mesmerize

Rotting paradise

The will begins to slip

To fight the comas grip

Sewers below awash with our blood

Black bled forth in putrid tides

Lay down my fate

Assimilate

On the horizon the city awaits

Relinquish the last shreds of humanity

Towers of stone

Built on my bones

Carry the weight of indifferent souls

Embraced by the chains of slavery

By our own hands the metropolis thrives

Deciding the fate of us all

Like rats trapped in labyrinthine decay

Our industry precedes our fall

By our own hands the metropolis thrives

Deciding the fate of us all

Like rats trapped in labyrinthine decay

Our industry precedes our fall

Lay down my fate

Assimilate

On the horizon the city awaits

Relinquish the last shreds of humanity

Towers of stone

Built on my bones

Carry the weight of indifferent souls

Embraced by the chains of slavery