Awash With Monotone - Corpus

I want to feel the colours flow and swell,

But I’m awash with monotone,

Greyscale dreams alone,

Salivating at the planet’s sadness,

Cumming at the thought of dying,

Fuck me till I’m drunk,

Fuck me till I’m sober,

Does it matter that much to you?

I don’t know, it seems so,

Pale tones, pain flows

(Not telling you all)

That I don’t have that much to offer you,

I buried all my dreams to appear new,

I pray to gods of nothing all the time,

But I don’t have me either

Sometimes we have to run when we want to stay,

Vacant eyes a million, million, million miles away,

Laughing at the thought of wishing,

Cumming till we’re cold and crying,

Fuck me through the dawn,

Fuck me till we’re older

Does it matter that much to you?

I don’t know, it seems so

Pale tones, pain flows

(Not telling you all)

That I don’t have that much to offer you,

I buried all my dreams to appear new,

I pray to gods of nothing all the time,

But I don’t have me either

Not telling you all

That I’m awash with monotone,

Greyscale dreams alone