Grayscale

The pact they made,

I don't remember signing my name,

The fact remains

I can hear them calling out to me…

Won't you save your sons

The social slavery you've endured?

Cause it's unraveling (in me)

Desolate - I've grown remiss;

I'm selling all my stock of the American dream

Grey skylines, self-contempt

And still we watch them dig a hole in the ground

Where they're expecting me to just lay down

Kneeling outside before you

While you stay warm, and misinform

The nine-to-five suicide, it will break me

I used to think that the handsome glow

Could not erode, but now I know

It comes undone (in me)

It's come undone.