Subject A

Subject A wants to throw it all away

He's sick of all the pain, he wants to turn it all into rage

And learn how the barrel tastes before its too late

I just want to get through the day

We're all just shades of gray

In a long and frantic race to catch a dying day

For one secone I'd slit your throat

And spill blood across the floor to put an end to this game

They thought you would have learned by now

But you're still questioning God

Would this be a better place without me?

So much is lost within each second

So they say you became another waste of space

So you learn how the barrel tastesgray

And the world will watch as he blows his head off

Take the time to smell while the roses are red

Before they're all dried up and dead

It's never too late

Remember there's blood running through your veins

We are gray