This world is fond of it's stereotypes, everyone filed so nice and neat.  We have all conspired to what we think is right, what happened to all the beautiful characters i saw on the street, did they mold with all the others into the concrete.  

It's harder and harder to imagine this world that we all are beginning to look the same, i can see us all start to fade to grey as our development gets washed away.  I thought we had a sense for our own certain measures.  We all had different pleasures, all sites too see, but it's all starting to look plain to me.  

So give up the waking moment when you want to quit being different, it's all to hard say i wish people never thought the same way.  Because it's harder and harder to imagine this world that we all are beginning to look the same, i can see us all start to fade to grey as our development gets washed away.  But iam still holding truth, and the sun never gets brighter, it just shows everything, and you all are starting to look darker