Become the Gray

But inanimate objects lack the reasoning I`m burdened with Lack compassion and comprehension of the sorrow Their existence is void of thought of pain of everything that makes me envy them I want to fade into the background of this life I want to fade into the background of this life Become the gray paintings on your walls Whisk me away unto obscurity Even surrounded by friendly faces Dread envelops me This feels good This feels fine Joy is your muse Misery mine But inanimate objects lack the reasoning I`m burdened with Lack compassion and comprehension of the sorrow Their existence is void of thought of pain of everything that makes me envy them I want to fade into obscurity Even surrounded by friendly faces dread envelops me This feels good This feels fine Joy is your muse Misery mine While others lift up My resolve declines Whisk me away Unto obscurity Whisk me away Unto obscurity Whisk me away Unto obscurity Whisk me away Unto obscurity While others lift up My resolve declines This feels good But it's not fine Joy is your muse Misery mine