This is what we're told: It looks so simple from the black side, the white side It's never meant to change You see it's written on this page Tell that to someone who's broken Desperate to re-write the past But pages are just made of paper Nothing can last But this is what we're told: They strip us down to diagnosis and trauma The things that we have seen But there is so much more to me But it takes It takes Tell that to someone who suffers It's something that runs in their veins Tell them the wiring's faulty No hope for change Black and white answers For every question Every shade But this is what we're told: It's absolutes and nothing sees inbetween All the lines we have drawn But that's where we've lived all along And they take They take our power away When we ignore all the shades of gray ♪ I cannot give you the answers The only thing certain is change But black and white cannot define me Even our matter is gray I smashed apart my own skull Ripped out the wires of old I saw the gray and decided I fill the fractures with gold ♪ I filled the the fractures with gold