Texty:
Madness Grey Day

reason I can see. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day

any reason I can see. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day

the hollow phantoms stay. My blood is their liquid vitamin. Their madness festers under their skin! The air is warm but I feel grey. The chill of dawn on a funeral day

a country somewhere Where mayhem's madman minions All march around a square Unquestioning obedience Is the order of the day Your friends are coloured khaki And your enemies are grey

't hear, hear your call? call... hear your call, hear your call, hear your call... [Part XII] this shade of gray this certain sadness this cold morning light and this silent madness

Plead forgiveness father All my troubles fade from view Pale the four walls surround Have I madness in my eyes? While mortals watch the day Our fear

them would say As one would shoot the other A prayer for blue and grey And then one day at Appomattox Madness came to cease As blue and grey had stopped

always think it happens somewhere else This madness is attractive Until the day it happens to yourself And power might seem sexy But check her in the cool grey

. Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. * Up against the rows of grey