Текст: Dead Hearts. Other. Deeper Shade Of Dull.

IT'S JUST GREY. This city's grey. IT'S JUST GREY. Sometimes this city looks alright. When the morning sunlight hits just right on slanted roof tops, pointed to the streets, a moment of color that fades to grey. IT'S JUST GREY. We gotta get away. IT'S JUST GREY. At times this place looks like hell when the mid day air gets so feeble. On broken sidewalks, with broken dreams. This stale grey air is hard to breathe. IT'S JUST GREY.