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Teksty: Bones Brigade. Grey Zone.

I hate my life, i hate this place
i hate my job and i'm disgrace
i'm no good at nothing and i'm unskilled
and i don't give a fuck about my dreams
i'm losing my grip, i might let go
what's worth fighting for cause i don't know
work, struggle, barely survive
i'm not living but i'm alive

can't sink any lower, i've hit the floor
crowded by friends just wanna be ignored
twist the knife i wanna wriggle and moan
i'm living in a grey zone!

can't stop now or i'll break my neck
the momentum form this spiral is like a train wreck
i wanna be loved, i wanna be forgotten
just put me in a fuckin coffin
my insides are numb and growing mold
the truth hurts most as it starts to unfold
that we're all stuck making lateral movements
perpetuate our situation with no chance for improvement

can't sink any lower, i've hit the floor
crowded by friends just wanna be ignored
twist the knife i wanna wriggle and moan
i'm living in a grey zone!

no more color, no black and white
the sky is dark as grey tonight
we're all fucked stuck in our place
the newest achievement of the human race