Cobra Noir

Tyrannized, sedated.
Eyes riveted to the screen.
Deafened by sirens, badges and uniforms.
A ritualized procession above the catacombs.
Disposed to serve the ambitions,
Of the starving heartless.
Lazarus, come forth,
And march us all to death.
Consent now.
Right here, right now.
[ Lazarus Lyrics ]