Exhaling monochrome words Existence in a monochrome world Cry of despair A words see through the lens of a trompe-l'œil Is there anything right for me to believe in? One person mourns while another laughs Everywhere and everything is an imitation, look, even there
Surrounded by those who think: \"Good thing it wasn't me!\" Is there anything right for me to believe in? Covered by lies I know betrayal well Just like that, I threw away colour with no choice left
Exhaling monochrome words Existence in a monochrome world Cry of despair