Grey fills the sky,
Time flies by,
And I ain't feeling high.

Burdens on my mind,
And they feel so kind,
But I ain't that blind.

Everything's getting harder,
Always feeling sicker,
The game is already over,
And can't help but sicking lower.

I don't feel the same,
It's feeling so lame,
Can't remember my name,
Starting to feel insane.

They say it's a supremacy,
But that system is a legacy,
Passed on for centuries,
That was a bit uncanny.

Words that were forgotten,
History that was forbidden,
Promesses that were broken,
And all comrades that fallen.

All that to be repeated,
All those mind stranded,
Feels like it faded,
All this history to be ended.