Gray Man (Metal/Slow) - HotPotMusic

Gray Man (Metal/Slow) - HotPotMusic

he woke up As usual, at the crack of dawn.
It was the turn of the morning shift.
in Another gray day.
Tired eyes, worn hands,
The marks of years passed on the face,
In a sleeping city, with dark streets,
He followed like a man's shadow.
Even though he hasn't had much in his life so far.
He never said, that he really feels bad.

Have you heard this voice, coming for years?
Suffering that means so little,
Listen to these words, true as tears,
Values ​​that no one appreciates.

Days passed, more years passed.
He still worked in the same factory.
The sweat on his forehead marked many a hard moments.
Even though he barely had enough for bread.
The time has come for privatization.
The time has come for mass layoffs.
He was on the pavement in an instant.
Left without any chance.

the Dusk is approaching again, for the working class.
Today, indifference is equivalent to running away.

Have you heard this voice, coming for years?
Suffering that means so little,
Listen to these words, true as tears,
Values ​​that no one appreciates.

Have you heard this voice, coming for years?
Suffering that means so little,
Listen to these words, true as tears,
Values ​​that no one appreciates.