Grays

Forced, their horrid mind
A life confined, a steep decline
Torn, their life controlled
Tattered brains before their sold

Sink into the streets that are tainted with their fear
Their stark facades, masks the horror show inside

Fantasize, agonize, underground underground
Forced into the circle, til the tears are raining down
Cast aside circumvent the truth

Bred for torture while the night reeks of soot
Their tempered bones are the pleasures for their sights

Broken and tired, broken and tired, broken and tired

Until their soul drops

Put the fangs around their throats
Tear the muscles from which they spoke
Put the fangs around their throats
Tear the muscles from which they spoke
Put the fangs around their throats
Tear the muscles from which they spoke



Credits
Writer(s): Bren King, Wyatt Oberholzer
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