The silence has a texture now It tastes like iron in my mouth I don't measure time in days I measure it in waves Nothing broke, it just wore down Like a machine making a hollow sound No tragedy, no sudden crash Just the slow accumulation of the ash They talk of healing like a straight line Like there's a finish to the decline But I'm not moving, I'm not stalled I'm just existing behind the wall Every shade of grey– It's not a color, it's a weight It's the heavy air I breathe The only thing that never leaves Not dark enough to bury me Not bright enough to set me free Just this Every shade of grey– I see the world through dirty glass Watching the signal fade and pass Joy is just a foreign frequency Something that can't connect to me I don't want your pity or your prayer I just want the noise to disappear Let the rust consume the frame Until nothing looks the same There is no closure to be found Just the void of the ground I'm not waiting for the spark I'm getting used to the dark Every shade of grey– It's not a color, it's a weight It's the heavy air I breathe The only thing that never leaves Not dark enough to bury me Not bright enough to set me free Just this Every shade of grey– It stays grey