Every day is a repetitive grey,
No sharp edges, no color, no shape.
Every day is just a short-term solution,
An endless confusion, a longing for escape.
Take me somewhere,
Far away from this weight I'm under,
Save me now, release the floods,
Wash away what is left of the grey.
Every day is an endless delay,
I'm just waiting for the barriers to break,
Every day I build up more desperation,
Increasing frustration about to explode.
Take me somewhere,
Far away from this weight I'm under,
Save me now, release the floods,
Wash away, please, wash away the grey.
You spend your life doing things you don't want to do.
Every day is the same, nothing breaks through the grey.
I forgot who I am, I forgot where I came from,
And where I belong.
Take me somewhere,
Far away from this weight I'm under,
Save me now, release the floods,
Wash away what is left.
1 | Planet Plague |
2 | Spokes In The Wheel |
3 | Plastic |
4 | Periphery |
5 | Life, the Obstacle |
6 | Mechanical Slaves |
7 | The World Is Dead |
8 | Passenger |
9 | Parhelia |