I read somewhere once That most people are gray They're made of emptiness, they're made of regrets Some die because they can't take it They are a breath, they are the tip of the ship Why the world is made of repentant souls They were passengers Your ghosts bleeding for your choices They are nothing more than souls destined for death Like shadows, shadows, shadows An icy wind passing through their cruel souls Your fake tears, your unhappy cries for help They are nothing but shadows, shadows, shadows Walking through a distant place Their minds consumed by their regrets Escaping the prison of their bodies They pretend, but they know they are invisible shadows Climbing the mountain of thoughts Running away from body snatchers Breaking paradigms and sinking into the worst things It was a difficult choice But they died and felt the worst pain Does burning hurt like hell? They are nothing but memories They're nothing but ghosts pretending to fake freedom They are nothing but tragic people Like shadows, shadows, shadows An icy wind passing through their cruel souls Your fake tears, your unhappy cries for help They are nothing but shadows, shadows, shadows Walking through a distant place Their minds consumed by their regrets Escaping the prison of their bodies They pretend, but they know they are invisible shadows Shadows, shadows, shadows Shadows, shadows, shadows Shadows, shadows, shadows