[Chorus] (Background vocals: She grew up too fast Now she's a star) I'm Reason I'm Recluse He's Phantom We're coming (x2) [Verse 1] Her American
Translation: Grayskull 2. Heating.
Translation: Grayskull 2. College Bands.
Translation: Grayskull 2. Candle.
[Chorus: x2] I'm Reason I'm Recluse He's Phantom We're coming Background vocals: She grew up too fast Now she's a star [Verse 1: Reason] Her American
I take my hat off, bow before the greatness You're so much braver I give you credit for Somehow the Grays create a harmony And no color can add a flavor
It's me I hate, not you at all I am my own medicine, Turned into a poison I think I gave you a lot, And not enough... I know Tortured myself, same as
[The Premonition] "Remember when I told you how my Kin is different in some ways? And how you should not fall in love With someone like me, anyway...
Tonight my life will lack it's meaning One final step before we're seeing... For once I am happy my little friend Cannot comprehend what we are seeing
In my eyes you're a giant, the keeper of all the keys, different but compliant a God for someone like me Learned to read what you're thinking... suffering
I feel the time is catching up with us, How many days until this hunger is satisfied? Living the final golden days, we are the last amazing grays,
"These are my final lines, I've lived all my nine lives, My nights are over, cannot feel your heart anymore" I lived only trough you, My scar, my heart
Started a dangerous game that's not won by The person who made the first move Chose to be targeted by all those eyes And now, some of you think I'm a
My dream, it seems, fails to see the mornings My one and only aim I hear you breathe, I'm not alone in the darkness I feel something on my lips I should
Leaving my life behind My young love and the unborn Only have a lock of her hair... and burning love inside After forty work-filled days and sleepless
can remember the faces And the truth is in their eyes... Everything's mixed with gray Say g'nite and welcome the day Cannot see hues, So that is why the grays
...Dancing on the borderline... ...4-3-2-1... Hello, although I'm a static Zero. I'm fighting all your wars, While you dwell in your hypocrisy You think
. I feel the time is catching up with us How many days until its hunger is satisfied? Leaving the final golden days We are the last amazing grays Hoping
