At The Cost Of Pleasure

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?