Hands tied we're left behind
the only truth you'll find is in yourself
walk the dead end streets and you'll see
everyone talks, but no ones listening
everywhere i see shades of grey
grabbing on, leeching on, infecting disease.
a disease that dulls our lives
and dims everything in slight
leaving nothing but a barren path behind
uncertainty compromises everything,
forcing everyone apart
by those who distrust and those who deceive.
stuck in the middle? or left out on our knees?
with this lack of color, theres lack of heart
and it just cna't go on that way