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A Teardrop of Grey

The grey society of monotone Cried tears that slipped down cheeks Isolation killed many alone It left some hungry for weeks Ponds were formed, then rivers, then lakes The world was still of solitude They couldn't take any breaks A nonexistent future, they pursued We are the grey society of monotone We cried tears that slipped down cheeks Isolation killed many alone It left us hungry for weeks We starve not from hunger Not from thirst or success But from the desire To be the one that's the best Now we four boys Pretend to be united We make the loudest of noise To fuel the fire we lighted One of us leads One of us rows One of us sees One of us knows There's no grey society of monotone No more tears slipping down cheeks There is nobody in isolation, alone We have been dead for weeks Yet we go and keep on going Our monotone souls Row and keep on rowing Tears of society controls We try our best to succeed But the artist's hands don't tell the truth You see what we want and not what we need We're the last generation, last of the youth We are portrayed As young and naive The actual truth is betrayed But you won't believe One of us leads One of us rows One of us sees One of us knows For we are the grey society of monotone

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