Skies of Grey

The Skies they weep
To mask your grieving heart.
Seek shelter from the rain,
And pain that’s in the dark.
Run away to find
You can't face your demons.
Where can you hide
When the enemy’s inside?

The gun rests in your palm.
Will the pain finally calm?
The storm, it echoes your torment.
As the blood takes you away
And there is nothing left to say,
You finally found a way to hide
From skies of grey

The Sun is gone; it will not shine.
All hope is lost
In the pain you leave behind.
So hard to hear,
But the answer is never clear.
You listen to the voice
Telling you, “It’s not your choice.”

The gun rests in your palm.
Will the pain finally calm?
The storm it echoes your torment.
As the blood takes you away,
And there is nothing left to say,
You finally found a way to hide
From skies of grey.
Skies of Grey.
Skies of Grey.

The taste of steel and fear,
The barrel rusts beneath your tears
Your life, it flashes by.
Lost hopes and dreams and reasons why,
So die.
You’re lost in vain, in cowardice, in fear of pain.
The shot
Rings out so loud,
Across grey skies shrouded by clouds.
So die…

Under skies of grey.
Nothing more to say.
I will remain,
Under skies of grey.
Nothing more to say.
I will remain.
So die in vain,
Under skies of grey.

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Die die, die under skies of…
Die die, die under skies of…
Die die, die under skies of grey.
Die under skies of grey.