Subject a

Subject A wants to throw it all away
He's sick of all the pain, he wants to turn it all into rage
And learn how the barrel tastes before its too late
I just want to get through the day
We're all just shades of gray
In a long and frantic race to catch a dying day
For one secone I'd slit your throat
And spill blood across the floor to put an end to this game
They thought you would have learned by now
But you're still questioning God
Would this be a better place without me?
So much is lost within each second
So they say you became another waste of space
So you learn how the barrel tastesgray
And the world will watch as he blows his head off
Take the time to smell while the roses are red
Before they're all dried up and dead
It's never too late
Remember there's blood running through your veins
We are gray