(Grey is) Still Black - Anacrusis

My touch means nothing, it’s just a sympathetic mock embrace

This pity for you leaves nothing but a bitter taste

Persistent lies, nothing but useless words of waste

You voice seems harmless through these softened tones of grey

But grey is still black

Your face is nothing but a transparent fixture

Perception is nothing but a distorted picture

Expectations are taking in the deceptive mixture

Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey

But grey is still black

A carousel of vanity

Apparently persuading me

Still all the while evading me

Accepting all, believing none

Always pretending we are one

So meaningless

Intentions mean nothing, it’s only for the one inside

Regression prevented, carried on the truthless tide

Cold breath, mistaken, whispers with a senseless pride

Your front is nothing, nothing but misted cloud of grey

But grey is still black

Your face is nothing but a transparent fixture

Perception is nothing but a distorted picture

Expectations are taking in the deceptive mixture

Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey

But grey is still black

A carousel of vanity

Apparently persuading me

Still all the while evading me

Accepting all, believing none

Always pretending we are one

So meaningless

Your face is nothing…

Perception is nothing…

Expectations are taking…

Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of grey

But grey is still black