Life’s no longer black and white.
Grey’s all that consumes me.
Individually nothing, I’m alone in my head to see through the eyes of the dead.
Raised by the casket, my minds complete havoc.
My worlds crashing and I’m only laughing.
Fuck.
But I’m the one whose supposed to rise above, yeah.
But the bastard son always gets the shit luck.
I am no longer who I was, I am no one.
Everything is getting worse and I can’t seem to cope with it.
This could be the end of me, it’s just not worth the fight.
The voices in my head say to turn out the fucking light.
Castaway.
Hope or death, always stuck in between.
Hope or death, always stuck in between.
The darkness, has touched my heart, brought me right back to the start.
When my life turned to hell.
Beat me down, bury me now.
Constantly conflicting piss poor personality decision making fiend, you were always part of me.
Dragging me to the depths of sin, making myself embarrassed to live.
Why the fuck am I stuck here on my own.
Treading life with no hope.
Why fuck am I stuck here on my own.
What.
Misery and apathy together in depressing matrimony.
Misery and Apathy together in depressing matrimony.
This is me, the grey medium.
This is me, the grey medium.
This is me. The grey.