My touch means nothing, it's just a sympathetic mock embrace. This pity for you leaves nothing but a bitter taste. Persistent lies, nothing but useless words of waste... You voice seems harmless through these softened tones of grey... But grey is still black.
Your. face. is. nothing! but a transparent fixture, Per.cep.tion is nothing! but a distorted picture. Ex.pec.tations are taking! in the deceptive mixture, Your sub.stance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey!... But grey is still black.
A carousel of vanity apparently persuading me, Still all the while evading me. Accepting all, believing none, always pretending we are one - So meaningless...
Intentions mean nothing, it's only for the one inside, Regression prevented, carried on the truthless tide. Cold breath, mistaken whispers with a senseless pride. Your front is nothing, nothing but misted cloud of grey... But grey is still black.
Your. face. is. nothing! but a transparent fixture, Per.cep.tion is nothing! but a distorted picture. Ex.pec.tations are taking! in the deceptive mixture, Your. sub.stance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey!... But grey is still black.
A carousel of vanity apparently persuading me, Still all the while evading me. Accepting all, believing none, always pretending we are one - So meaningless...
Your. face. is. nothing!... Per.cep.tion is nothing!... Ex.pec.tations are taking!... Your. sub.stance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey!... But grey is still black.