The Palest Grey

These are dark times, but I have the upper hand
 Rotting from within to save my skin
 A corpse without reflecting the within
 I have lost control
 (I have lost control)
 I will gain control again
 I have lost control
 (I have lost control)
 I will gain control again
 These are unpleasant days, but I have a master plan
 A personal holocaust, a psychosis to sooth the frayed edge
 I have lost control
 (I have lost control)
 I will gain control again
 (I have lost control)
 I have lost control
 I will gain control again
 Again
 And there's nothing pretty about this
 Nothing for to offer praise
 Self-abuse is the highest sin, but I do it anyway
 It's the only way I know
 And I cannot let go
 I'm relinquishing my soul to the devil I know so well
 These are troubled hours but I have the method down
 A coping mechanism that kills
 A saviour in which to drown
 I have lost control
 (I have lost control)
 I will gain control again
 I have lost control
 (I have lost control)
 I will gain control again
 When will I grow up?
 Maybe this was not a phase?
 Maybe I was born this way
 Maybe I was born a slave
 Maybe I was born a slave
 When I fade away, a palette for the palest shade
 When I pass away, a palette for the palest
 The palest gray
 The palest gray
 Palest gray
 The palest gray