Oblivion - The Five Hundred

It has a mind of its own

A virus with no home

It lures you with a caress

She’s my cruel mistress

It cuts you to the bone

Pure evil on the throne

Infected and possessed

She’s my cruel mistress

Nothing is real anymore

I’m grieving the loss now

I know there’s no cure

Descending with ghosts

I know this is the end

Descending with ghosts

The fate of the damned

It has a mind of its own

A virus with no home

It lures with a caress

She’s my cruel mistress

Not with you

Not with any of them

Her vile addiction is oblivion

Acid burns

My stomach turns

This fever climbs higher and higher

Nothing is real anymore

I’m grieving the loss now

I know there’s no cure

Descending with ghosts

I know this is the end

Descending with ghosts

The fate of the damned

The light you had has left your eyes

You leave this world behind

Lost in the grey oblivion

And when the moon and sun collide

It casts an end to time

Lost in the grey oblivion

Nothing is real anymore

I’m grieving the loss now

I know there’s no cure

Descending with ghosts

I know this is the end

Descending with ghosts

The fate of the damned

Lost in the grey oblivion