Grey in grey - no more colour in your eyes No need to stay, suffering on a thousand cries Sad, sad to see - no individuality Destructive convencience Losing touch from brainded reality The last days in hell, can't you tell Theoretically braindead evil dwells Suffering in a haze, the last days Standartization - can't bear the deprivation The last days in hell, soul to sell Angry people haven given you a bad spell Beyond the norm, it's hard to perform The game of life like a disastrous storm The symptoms of the evolution Burn like fire in your soul The twister is taking form The calm before the storm Silence beyond the norm The calm before the storm The last days in hell, can't you tell Theoretically braindead evil dwells The awakening deprivates deep manic depression The pits of insanity testifies: possession - but it's a useless call Grey in grey... no more colours in your eyes... Can't you hear the thousand cries... theoretically braindead...