Слова:
Faded Grey A Quiet Time Of Desperation

A quiet time of desperation. Where everyone's under suspicion. We live in fear of people we don't even know. Walking the streets alone keeping to ourselves

just a nameless face who just won't try. You hate yourself but if you'd listen I'd tell you different. Look to me as your mirror the next time you're

the weight of what you think I start to bend and break. I must swim free from this sea of conformity so I can breath. We fight a never ending war against

we had in common withered with time. Ideals that once meant something have all died. The walls we worked to break have been replaced. A scene once filled

Take these thoughts away. I don't want to think today. Erase my memory. I beg free me from this pain. Cleanse this tired soul. This fight has grown

t understand. This world doesn't understand. Poisoned minds judged him when he stepped out from behind the safety of the closet door. Evil eyes lynched him a thousand times