Nujabes - The Grey Kingdom I lyrics

Puffing his devil gra** suggestive laws have placed that quote on He puckers Os of smoke against the air in kissing so longs Somehow satisfied ‘though his saddened eyes are magnified This painful stimulation penetrates his deeply fathomed sigh A bellowed cough escapes him reminding him of his weakened state A sacrifice sleepily made above the street's police brigade Perched atop his lonely roof he peers below to see its maze And spits upon the sight of it, in spite of this he keeps his gaze A gothic labyrinth of rats and pimps, malicious deviants And maddened men who speak alone and pace amidst its evil The peacefulness of his secret home's numbingly interrupted By the sound of music humming from his phone, a friend whose trusted “Aziz.” “Hey I'm in the lab, just finished this concoction That we spoke about, if you're in town I reccomend you stop in” “Of course”. Then it clicked he reminsced of when as kids They fantasized about the future but bluer is where it's ended Whispered murmurs beckon from beneath sneeringly in a huge frown Teasing him of their whereabouts, he wishes he could swoop down But knows that he must take the stairs, skipping steps in couples 'til his breath is doubled, once in front his stoop he needs to catch his Mumbled exhalations halt his chest from racing while he curls out Putting up his music loud enough to block his world's sounds Now, selectively perceiving notices a purple dusk And clouds of pearly dust in whirling fluffs dispersed amongst A hazy thought, thinking first to what his pal of late had finished with The experiment of which he volunteered as guinea pig This brilliant scientist who teaches at the university Believes his work can free the minds of those who feel that person'lly Their fear defers their need to physically exceed their limits With a loss of inhibition and an awesome gift of fitness Biochemistry is well beyond his grasp but grips the basics ‘though concerned with minor side affects, a catch he might be faced with Something aches him, a hunger for release from this infinity Of sick extremities in men he sees, the end he seeks Wishing to scale an edifice and soar below to render this True darkness from the light of life but fear's preventing it His friend is blissfully ignorant of this morbid contemplation Hidden from the truth like clouds covering constellations On the same tip, Aziz hasn't told him what this drug'll do To one uncomfortable with inner demons eating up and through As far as he knows, everything's fine with our protagonist Unaware to all inherent torture pain and agony So naturally like everything in life he'll take his chances quick He'll look the devil in the eye with pride and slyly dance with him Taking the train 'cause he'd rather see the blackness than the view Of men who're ill and blue with filthy shoes who k** for food Where children brood. Silly rules compulsively obsessed over Next stop he'll have to go up from this blackened masking tour of the city Breathing its air again, seeing its careful blend Of pushing people, good and evil, who're speeding through weary winds Perceiving him arrogant a priest excretes a glare at him And very grimly walks away with his boy, “must be taking care of him” Some pigeons leap like serraphim fleeing from under him Others' gluttonous stubbornness leave them bustling for crumbs of bread Hungry but fed ignoring growls and scowls from human flock At the welcome mat of destiny lowers his music box (Intercom buzzer) “Who?” “It's me” (Intercom buzzes) and thus he steps through Inside the vestibule his flesh consumed by almost breathless swoon Before him, white walls and tiles lace the corridor His horrors more repressed, somewhat bereft but moving forwarder Towards a door in back an inch ajar perhaps an inch too far And nudges it seeing his goggled friend with tongs pinching jars Bubbling substances in aisled viles cross a granite counter Past some random flowers and a tower of outlandish powders “The man of the hour”. Breathes Aziz below his lifting lenses The tone of this gifted chemist suggesting his fresh agenda Next to them a couple stools, ‘though swivel chairs breed comfort better ‘s retinae's peripheral compares some cream colored leather Half-reclined with cushioned armrests and gla** with alley view Fantasizingly stepping forth, Aziz retorts: “Yeah, that's for you Hey listen we should touch quick base on this serum's theory” Barely hearing clearly he nods, shaken by dreary feelings “As you know it's like adrenaline and works like steroids of sorts” Devoid of thought, he blankly stares with lying eyes, the boy is lost “If you're at all unstable mentally this can be dangerous” His brain a mess, breaking from distractive dreams he feigns a yes “alright bud, I'm gonna have to strap you in this seat securely” He retreating thor'ly bleeds a curdling drop asleep too early Slight cringe when the syringe goes in within some dreamy show The gleaming glow of his only love seeming serene as snow “Shelly” so elegantly swelling in his flustered heart Dancing to her own song alone inside her lush apartment Sensing mood music through her face's warm expression Joy in happiness, he imagines the greatest composition Laughing with her, from a distance, but still somehow connected Retrospecter of a better time, forever mine, but never Mind shifting to her shadowed corner, “Wait, no, what's that upon her” Nastily disfigured horrendous creatures attack, her arms de- -tached from sockets, gasps, he watches and cries the lowest mutter Witnessing her slowly smothered, then the monsters close the shutters “No you mother-!” Gut wrenching burst of pain revokes his slumber There stands his friend, another with that same glowing color Throws his brother, crashing into shelves crushing computers Rushing uber fast he smashes through the window something super Jumping middle sky, he notices a quiet hooded cloak with eyes Watching from above, he latches on a fire escape and climbs Skipping flight with simple pull and thrust motions he now plateaus Scans his glum horizon, one surprise is “where'd that one guy go? Focus, Shell' I'll be there soon”. Proceeds in full sprint Tippy toeing over reddish shingles, breeze just pulls him. “Please be ok” Feeling her warmness close, lured by her soul's blazing Lull of comfort, ‘though not dwindling, still nothing of her Slow re-kindling, a touch of summer, faintly glimmering Now quaintly shimmering, illuminous, no pain she sings again Her truest love, sighed relied, unwinding lets his mind release Spies the feet of greyish beings, dismayish feelings, his eyes retreat To his hands of that same complexion, “Nay it couldn't be I'm plagued with the worst disease, I hope I didn't hurt Aziz” Of her he sees the light, when of himself but slightly brightening Heightening to the building's ledge, its edge no longer frightening Inside of him a hidden strength brews now at a harsh boil Gargoyle at his side, pushing off it down some yards he coils Spins and swings to see the cinder fangs of that grinning thing Whirring past to boast its wingspan it turns and winks at him Snags it by the tail “I will prevail” He flings it effortlessly ‘gainst the wall, exploding chunks of brick rain like hail and fall With ground a half a dozen meters close he grabs a lightpost And one eighty catapults himself, the city night's ghost I'm saved, I'm not afraid