My touch means nothing, its just a sympathetic mock embrace This pity for you leaves nothing but a bitter taste Persistent lies, nothing but useless words of waste You voice seems harmless through these softened tones of grey But grey is still black Your face is nothing but a transparent fixture Perception is nothing but a distorted picture Expectations are taking in the deceptive mixture Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey But grey is still black A carousel of vanity Apparently persuading me Still all the while evading me Accepting all, believing none Always pretending we are one So meaningless Intentions mean nothing, its only for the one inside Regression prevented, carried on the truthless tide Cold breath, mistaken, whispers with a senseless pride Your front is nothing, nothing but misted cloud of grey But grey is still black Your face is nothing but a transparent fixture Perception is nothing but a distorted picture Expectations are taking in the deceptive mixture Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey But grey is still black A carousel of vanity Apparently persuading me Still all the while evading me Accepting all, believing none Always pretending we are one So meaningless Your face is nothing... Perception is nothing... Expectations are taking... Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey But grey is still black
grey, nothing, lightened, expectation, still