Teksty: Faded Grey. A Quiet Time Of Desperation. The Great Divide.

Subtle lines of separation
mapped out on paper
another useless boundary.
Just another reason
for more division.
It seems we want more enemies.

The things we had in common withered with time.
Ideals that once meant something have all died.
The walls we worked to break have been replaced.
A scene once filled with love now thrives on hate.

We used to stand on the same side (same side)
until we met this great divide
based on bullshit labels (labels)
and petty politics.
We've lost our way
in this war we wage
where we're all the same.
Alone and scared and simply searching for a better way.
So where's the middleground
where we once stood?
Either we're too strict
with our politics
or too slack
in the lives
we lead.

It breaks my heart
that we let ourselves fall apart.
We used to be a threat.
United we had a chance,
but divided we don't mean shit
compared to the mindless masses
we fight against.
We've torn our house down
from the inside out
with the convenience of cliques.
Our desperate need
to classify everything
will be our death.

We used to stand on the same side
until we met this great divide
based on bullshit labels
and petty politics

We used to stand on the same side
until we met this great divide
We've lost our way
in this war we wage