Exit The Grey - Diorama

When they argue endlessly, to conceal that nothing is done

When I know my faith will falter, without touching anyone

When I fail to understand, the news they’re reading out

When the rats are taking over the unsinkable

When their trivial hearts are set, on trivial souvenirs

When the laughter is getting glamorous, while my lungs are filled with tears

When the thumbscrews of regret, shut all my systems down

When mortality is longing to be realized

Don’t tell me to leave my abyss

Don’t tell me to come to the surface

Don’t think there is a way to silence the rupture

Don’t tell me to leave my abyss

Don’t tell me to come to the surface

Don’t think there is a way to silence the rupture;

To exit the grey

When the veil of ignorance, alights on my ideas

When nobody pays attention if my nature disappears

When they put me in the dark, for a verdict without trial

When my will to breathe is fading in and out

Don’t tell me to leave my abyss

Don’t tell me to come to the surface

Don’t think there is a way to silence the rupture

Don’t tell me to leave my abyss

Don’t tell me to come to the surface

Don’t think there is a way to silence the rupture;

To exit the grey

To exit the grey