The Framework Of The World Is Black And White
The Infrastructure Builders Flex Their Might
Turning True Emotion Into Digital Expression
One By One We All Fall Down

The Gray Race Shrivels Trapped Inside
The World It Creates It's Black And White

The Perpetual Destructive Motion Machine
Began To Chart A Course Never Before Seen
Turning Raw Compasion Into Fields Of Plus And Minus
One By One We All Give In

The Gray Race Shrivels Trapped Inside
The World It Creates It's Black And White

I'd Swear There Were Times When I Was Someone Else
A Person With Determination And Knowledge Of The Self
But You Flattened Me To Rubble And Now I Can See That I'm
Just A Faded Negative Of The Image I Used To Be

Just A Shadow

And That's Our Dilemma