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GREEN- GREY
mORE COMMERCIAL, MELLOW IN PLACES- MELODIC VOCALS- CATCHY HOOKS- COOL HARMONIES.
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Words:John Knight, Music:FIFTH SEASON
Sensory Deprivation music 1999
Sat Apr 02, 2005
Metal : Heavy Metal
Sensory Deprivation music 1999
Sat Apr 02, 2005
Metal : Heavy Metal
Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 466 (81,457 songs currently listed in Metal)
» highest in sub-genre: # 195 (35,003 songs currently listed in Metal > Heavy Metal)
» highest in sub-genre: # 195 (35,003 songs currently listed in Metal > Heavy Metal)
About the song
Enviromental song- state of the earth and world- in Sting mode. Ha Ha
Lyrics
GREEN GREY
THIS PLACE , OUR TIME
A LAND THAT WAS MINE
WE DELIVER OUR EXTINCTIVE OBSESSIONS
VIRGIN LAND WE UPTURN
ALL THE FORESTS WE BURN
(ALL IN THE NAME OF PROGRESSION)
BRICKS IN THEIR PLACE
WE BUILD OUR DISGRACE
WE WATCH THIS SUICIDAL CONSTRUCTION
CONCRETE CLAWS TEAR THE SKY
MOTHER EARTH LAYS AND DIES
CAN’T WE SEE WHAT IS GOING ON?
BLINDED-- WE CAN’T SEE WHAT’S WRONG
BUT STILL WE CARRY ON
CHORUS
GREEN----TURNS TO GREY
AS WE DWINDLE AWAY
GREEN----TURNS TO GREY
(OBLIVIOUS TO OUR THREAT
TAKING AS MUCH AS WE CAN GET)
WE FUEL THE TOWERS TALL
IN EACH WINDOW A GREY FACE
WE BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS US
TEARS FALL IN OUR DISGRACE
RAVAGED , OUR WORLD IN SHAME
OUR LIGHT FADES TO DARKNESS
OUR HOPES SLIP THROUGH OUR FINGERS
(Rpt X?)
GREEN TO GREY
SLOWLY BUT SURELY
GREEN TURNS TO GREY
Copyright John Knight 94
THIS PLACE , OUR TIME
A LAND THAT WAS MINE
WE DELIVER OUR EXTINCTIVE OBSESSIONS
VIRGIN LAND WE UPTURN
ALL THE FORESTS WE BURN
(ALL IN THE NAME OF PROGRESSION)
BRICKS IN THEIR PLACE
WE BUILD OUR DISGRACE
WE WATCH THIS SUICIDAL CONSTRUCTION
CONCRETE CLAWS TEAR THE SKY
MOTHER EARTH LAYS AND DIES
CAN’T WE SEE WHAT IS GOING ON?
BLINDED-- WE CAN’T SEE WHAT’S WRONG
BUT STILL WE CARRY ON
CHORUS
GREEN----TURNS TO GREY
AS WE DWINDLE AWAY
GREEN----TURNS TO GREY
(OBLIVIOUS TO OUR THREAT
TAKING AS MUCH AS WE CAN GET)
WE FUEL THE TOWERS TALL
IN EACH WINDOW A GREY FACE
WE BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS US
TEARS FALL IN OUR DISGRACE
RAVAGED , OUR WORLD IN SHAME
OUR LIGHT FADES TO DARKNESS
OUR HOPES SLIP THROUGH OUR FINGERS
(Rpt X?)
GREEN TO GREY
SLOWLY BUT SURELY
GREEN TURNS TO GREY
Copyright John Knight 94
