Story Behind the Song
To soothe that thing that talks to me. Aesthetic experiences. Art. Staying up all night.
Lyrics
Eyes open wide, greet morning misery,
miss you Dad.
Salted pillow, groping for details,
still know hope.
Consistent darkness, where I live,
inside agony.
Desire something, without reserve,
can never give.
Bleeding for one thing, still cannot have, keeping the piece.
Sad as it seems, pieces are lost,
tasting the grey.
Grey is a flavor
Abhor society, righteous indignation,
feeling frenzy.
Tied in anger, fucked by morality,
fed by light.
Fully mistaken, overlooked easily,
oceans are wide.
Master of nothing, irrelevant savior,
sponge wrung out.
Critically shaken, alone as I am,
still learning alien.
Just another rung, stable enough to break, grey is a taste.
Grey is a flavor
Conceived in futility.
Experiment of harmony.
Result of humanity.
Awash with regrets.
Akin to mortality.
Death has life made.
Silence is substance.
Love left today.
Perceived by senses.
Life is The Way.
Shadow of light.
Flavor of grey.
Grey is a flavor
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