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 convenience losing touch from brain dead reality the last days in hell can t you tell theoretically brain dead evil dwells suffering in a haze the last days standardisation can t bear the deprivation the last days in hell soul to sell angry people have 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 brain dead 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 brain dead