Grey
I Live in a dream of tomorrow
but today I live in grey
how it feels to be a helpless victim
in this life in which I play
the cycle it suffocates me
caught in a web of the mudane
I Live my Life by it
but I die to run away
the truth I ’ll never say
the Truth I ’ll never say.
Hell is not the Terror.
It is all the pieces of our life,
never coming together