In the Grey Songtext
von Shields

I should be dead by now
Dead by now

Thick Nails of perception, like claws
Embedded in my flesh
Pulling me further back down into a nightmare
I could never envision

I am sitting in the grey with glassed up eyes
This is insufferable. I am not myself

I am sick, I should be dead by now
I am sick of the life that waits for me ahead
I am sick, I should be dead by now
As I chewed on the belief
That the problem was always, the problem was always me

I should be dead by now


My mind is a maze of corridors
For hours I would weep at the feeling in my teeth

I am sitting in the grey
This is insufferable
I am not myself

I am sick, I should be dead by now
I am sick of the life that waits for me ahead
I am sick, I should be dead by now
As I chewed on the belief
That the problem was always, the problem was always me

I′ve got to kick this fucking habit
I am too quick to give up on myself

For hours I would weep at the feeling in my teeth
As I chewed on the belief
That the problem was always, the problem was always me