In my world, suffering is beyond reality
Here a jester plays a hypocritical game
His face is covered by a mask of shame
In him I evanesce
I disappear in his game
Decrepit in his false dance
His humid stench marked sentiment
His false laughter pushes false tears down my face
As our shadows switches place
I unite with the false death
shadows and light
is turned to shades of gray
I unite with the false death
no day, no night
colours grow pale and fade
I unite with the false death
no day, no night
colours grow pale and fade
(False)
a weak flame burns me
(false)
bleak, pale, drained
(false)
vitality erased
remaining only in shades of gray
days without light
bleak, bright nights
no pitch black, no bright light
nothing wrong, nothing right
resistance is futile, nothing will change
it all ends in shades of gray
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