Grey...
Grey in grey
No more colour in your eyes
No need to stay, suffering on a thousand cries
Sad, sad to see
No individuality
Destructive convenience, losing touch from brain-dead reality
Last days in Hell, can't you tell
Theoretically brain-dead, the evil dwells
Suffering in a haze, the last days
Standardization can't bear the deprivation
Last days in Hell, soul to sell
Angry people have given you a bad spell
Beyond the norm, it's hard to perform
The game of life like a disastrous storm
The symptoms of the evolution
Burn like fire in your soul
The twister is taking form
The calm before the storm
Silence beyond the norm
The calm before the storm
Last days in Hell, can't you tell
Theoretically brain-dead, the evil dwells
The symptoms of the evolution
Burn like fire in your soul
The twister is taking form
The calm before the storm
Silence beyond the norm
The calm before the storm
The awakening deprivates deep manic depression
The pits of insanity testifies: possession – but it's a useless call
The twister is taking form
The calm before the storm
Silence, silence, silence beyond the norm
The calm before the storm
Grey in grey
No more colour in your eyes
Can't you hear the thousand cries?
