| My touch means nothing, it’s just a sympathetic mock embrace
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| This pity for you leaves nothing but a bitter taste
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| Persistent lies, nothing but useless words of waste
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| You voice seems harmless through these softened tones of grey
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| But grey is still black
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| Your face is nothing but a transparent fixture
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| Perception is nothing but a distorted picture
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| Expectations are taking in the deceptive mixture
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| Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey
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| But grey is still black
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| A carousel of vanity
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| Apparently persuading me
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| Still all the while evading me
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| Accepting all, believing none
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| Always pretending we are one
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| So meaningless
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| Intentions mean nothing, it’s only for the one inside
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| Regression prevented, carried on the truthless tide
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| Cold breath, mistaken, whispers with a senseless pride
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| Your front is nothing, nothing but misted cloud of grey
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| But grey is still black
|
| Your face is nothing but a transparent fixture
|
| Perception is nothing but a distorted picture
|
| Expectations are taking in the deceptive mixture
|
| Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey
|
| But grey is still black
|
| A carousel of vanity
|
| Apparently persuading me
|
| Still all the while evading me
|
| Accepting all, believing none
|
| Always pretending we are one
|
| So meaningless
|
| Your face is nothing…
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| Perception is nothing…
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| Expectations are taking…
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| Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey
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| But grey is still black |