At the Cost of Pleasure - Destrage

Searching in the grey

Quilted by a soften doom

So many things are piling

In such a little room

Will I miss out anything?

I walked through infinite alleys

Exasperated visions

If this is what are we made for, why hesitate?

Searching in the grey room

Can see it crystal clear

But can’t discern a thing

Can’t discern a thing

The color is absent

Watch out for the angels

And you won’t feel the pain

At the cost of pleasure

Will I miss out anything

In this mistery shelter?

Spending my countless days counting

The shades of grey

At the cost of pleasure

I’ve walked through infinite alleys

Distorted visions

If this what we are made for, we have to be brave

In the name of pleasure

When there is

No certainty

About tomorrow

All will make sense

Just let it be

Everything will make sense

Shall we linger in grey?

Shall we stop searching for it?

Am I good enough for this?

Am I good enough?

Why do you make me ask?

Don’t you see by yourself?

Why do you make me ask?

Don’t you see by yourself?