The pronouncement of judgement pleases him mercilessly.
Fourteen long years were you in detainment.
Outside is the world, and it doesn't ask for you.
All that seperates you from it is an iron door.
Count each hour, count each day.
Each minute, each year.
Gray is the color of your suit
Gray is the color of your cell wall
Gray is the color of the entire penal establishment
Gray is the color of each new day.
In the prison yard you lazily pull through your routines
Try to escape in your dreams
Everyone is just waiting for their day if discharge
And think of escaping during the night
Count each hour, count each day
Each minute, each year
Gray is the color your suit has
Gray is the color of your cell wall
Gray is the color of the entire penal establishment
Gray is the color of each new day.
Everyone wants to just get out!
The color is gray
The color is gray
The days are gray