Grayscale

The pact they made,
I don't remember signing my name,
The fact remains
I can hear them calling out to me…

Won't you save your sons
The social slavery you've endured?
Cause it's unraveling (in me)

Desolate - I've grown remiss;
I'm selling all my stock of the American dream
Grey skylines, self-contempt

And still we watch them dig a hole in the ground
Where they're expecting me to just lay down

Kneeling outside before you
While you stay warm, and misinform
The nine-to-five suicide, it will break me
I used to think that the handsome glow
Could not erode, but now I know
It comes undone (in me)

It's come undone.