My touch means nothing, it's just a sympathetic mock embrace   This pity for you leaves nothing but a bitter taste   Persistent lies, nothing but useless words of waste   You voice seems harmless through these softened tones of gray   But gray is still black      Your face is nothing but a transparent fixture   Perception is nothing but a distorted picture   Expectations are taking in the deceptive mixture   Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of gray   But gray is still black      A carousel of vanity, apparently persuading me   Still all the while evading me   Accepting all, believing none   Always pretending we are one   So meaningless      Intentions mean nothing, it's only for the one inside   Regression prevented, carried on the truth less tide   Cold breath, mistaken, whispers with a senseless pride   Your front is nothing, nothing but misted cloud of gray   But gray is still black      Your face is nothing but a transparent fixture   Perception is nothing but a distorted picture   Expectations are taking in the deceptive mixture   Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of gray   But gray is still black      A carousel of vanity, apparently persuading me   Still all the while evading me   Accepting all, believing none   Always pretending we are one   So meaningless      Your face is nothing, perception is nothing   Expectations are taking   Your substance is nothing but a lightened shade of gray   But gray is still black