Grey Is The New Good Poem by Alien Zoo

In search for an answer, my eyes are done looking
Relieve of my anger, my ears feel like washing machines
Sleep tries to take over,
but I demand it answers tonight

I can not take the judging worries of man
The pointing fingers, the tongues that spill their words
From the highest point, on a pyramid made out of glasses
Pouring out the finest bottles of shame, that have riped for ages
And bodies who used to be so sane, (such a shame)
turning into a wreck filled with poissoned vains

True thoughts so darkened that even a memory of them is unseen
Feelings fell in such a deep well that you could never hear a rock hit the bottom

And they still try to appear, as bringers of creativity and intelligence
But they are even more grey, than sorrows could wish for it's slaves
They make us feel so blue, because they like to tie us down to their lair

And for what it's worth, you'll never escape this fate
unless you've got a time machine
but those don't excist, so what's the use
you'll be grey not black or blue, cause those aren't accepted anymore

I might as well seas to excist, if this is the way for me
And maybe I've not tried enough, but enough is enough
The only way out, is blocked by the greyness
Because the only way out is not excisting