Grey in grey, no more colour in your eyes
No need to stay, suffering on a thousand cries
Sad, sad to see, no individuality
Destructive convenience
Losing touch from brain-dead reality
The last days in Hell, can't you tell
Theoretically brain-dead evil dwells
Suffering in a haze, the last days
Standardisation, can't bear the deprivation
The last days in Hell, soul to sell
Angry people have given you a bad spell
Beyond the norm, it's hard to perform
The game of life like a disastrous storm
The symptoms of the evolution
Burn like fire in your soul
The twister is taking form
The calm before the storm
Silence beyond the norm
The calm before the storm
The last days in Hell, can't you tell
Theoretically brain-dead evil dwells
The awakening deprivates deep manic depression
The pits of insanity testifies possession
But it's a useless call
Grey in grey, no more colours in your eyes
Can't you hear the thousand cries
Theoretically brain-dead
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