[Intro – airy, dissonant guitars with delay / whisper vocals]
(Whispers echo, static builds)
• “Fading out, fading out…”
• “Every shade dissolves…”
[Verse 1 – tense vocal melody]
• I watched the sky erase itself in grayscale streaks,
• Every red bled out, the blues grew weak.
• Yellow turned to silence, green went numb,
• A prism breaking down, all colors undone.
• Static in the bloodstream, muted at the core,
• What do we fight for when the spectrum’s no more?
• A canvas collapsing, ash against the flame,
• Living in the lines of a world that forgot its name.
[Pre-Chorus – melodic lift, floating harmonies]
• Hold on to the fragments,
• Before they’re swallowed whole.
• We’re shadows chasing shadows,
• In a monochrome control…
[Chorus – big soaring hook, layered guitars]
• This is the end of color—
• We’re screaming in the void!
• Watch the hues collapse,
• Everything we loved destroyed.
• No reds, no blues, no violent sun,
• Just the silence of a world undone.
[Verse 2 – spoken-word rhythm, sharp cadence]
• Strip the spectrum, profit margin rise,
• Screens repaint the world in sterilized lies.
• Monochrome chains keep the masses aligned,
• Erase the vibrance, reprogram your mind.
• Push back, break chains, bleed out the static,
• Revolution of vision, chaotic but emphatic.
• If they steal the spectrum, then we steal it back,
• Color is the weapon—resistance attacks!
[Breakdown – jagged riff, shouted call-and-response]
• BLACK! WHITE! SHADES OF CONTROL!
• FIGHT! FIGHT! TAKE BACK THE SOUL!
• Every hue is a weapon, every voice is a spark,
• Ignite the prism in the dark!
[Bridge – atmospheric, layered instrumentation]
• I see a violet memory—fading in the storm.
• Orange embers whisper—trying to stay warm.
• Indigo tides crashing, slipping through my hands,
• All that’s left is silence, and pale desert sands.
[Chorus – repeated, heavier with gang vocals + harmonies]
• This is the end of color—
• We’re screaming in the void!
• Watch the hues collapse,
• Everything we loved destroyed.
• No reds, no blues, no violent sun,
• Just the silence of a world undone.
[Outro – quiet, spoken over fading feedback]
• “All that’s left is grey…
But grey still remembers what it was to be alive.”
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