In the ruins of the land Withered like an autumn flower Like little automation ants Doomed people of the city Rush from one place to another There the pale man stands His still rest, his silent dance Grey man sees the rainbow's end All the colors above the ground Yet so poor as one color blind Grey man sees, grey man feels With all these things he knew Grey man wonders, he dreams Will all these things make him, Or break him? At the point that's seen by no one In the middle of no where I'm there In everywhere with everyone Living in subconscious Standing on the corner that you never dare to look Searching, watching Seeing your ways of self punishment Your methods of self destruct Named as "living the life" by yourselves Abjectly Shamefully But still with insistence Grey man sees, grey man feels With all these things he knew Grey man wonders, he dreams Will all these things make him...