Grey Fever Testo

The sky is dark but the sun is highVenus fly trap: the apple of your eye
I was so close; maybe I was too bold
This city's streets are paved with Fool's gold
Your blank face feigns ignorance poorly
I'm still waiting for the rest of the story
CHORUS:
Mannequins filing in and out blaming
Consequences on nobody worth naming
Everything to lose and nothing to gain, it's
Getting worse
There's nothing left
All these puppets come off the production line
Don't be late because it's coming up to nine
Can't you see you're trapped in this enclosure?
I've suffered from the regular exposure
Artificial street lights seem to fool the people
Black clouds brew over the feeble
CHORUS:
Mannequins filing in and out blaming
Consequences on nobody worth naming
Everything to lose and nothing to gain, it's
Getting worse
There's nothing left