Grey Day
Esoteric Lyrics


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'Tis but a fucking grey day for me now.
One that I care not to meet.

Wherefore is this grey fucking day,
That I should sit in here now?
Now of all times,
For all times have been now,
Until they became then.

And it grates upon these very nerves,
That move my body amongst the living.
As they seethe,
Shaking their anger throughout my bones... as if to escape...

Such a need to explode.
For this time ticks slowly,
Through this, the greyest of all days.
Waiting for now to become then.

And it tears me apart,
But I cannot escape this terrible pain.
Ripping, devouring the bones within my flesh.
Draining my life's blood.

And wherefore is this fucking grey day,
That I should sit in here again?

And what?
What fucking tale to tell now?
Of tears uncried?

Only the sweat of writhing agony.





The eyes shed no tears...
For a mind gone insane...

Overall Meaning

In "Grey Day," Esoteric explores the theme of depression and the feeling of being stuck in a perpetual state of hopelessness. The lyrics capture the essence of a day where everything seems bleak and pointless. The singer is grappling with the question of why they should bother getting out of bed on this day like any other day. They feel trapped by the monotony of their existence, and as they try to make sense of their emotions, they become increasingly agitated.


The singer is almost taunting the world around them, asking them to give a reason for the greyness that has engulfed their life. The description of the nerves seething with anger and the need to explode is an intense imagery that depicts the singer's raw emotions. As time ticks slowly, the singer is waiting for something to change, to bring an end to their suffering.


The lyrics conclude with a poignant line about a mind gone insane. The mental toll being taken on the singer is evident, and their inability to shed a tear further emphasises the depths of their despair. Overall, Grey Day is a powerful song about the emotional turmoil of depression and a plea for help.


Line by Line Meaning

'Tis but a fucking grey day for me now.
It is just another ordinary, dull day for me now. I am feeling bored and disinterested.


One that I care not to meet.
I do not want to face this day as it does not excite me at all.


Wherefore is this grey fucking day,
Why is this day so unremarkable and dreary?


That I should sit in here now?
Why do I have to spend this time indoors on this uneventful day?


Now of all times,
This is the most inconvenient time.


For all times have been now,
As every moment passes, 'now' becomes the past.


Until they became then.
Eventually, all moments and experiences are left behind and considered part of the past.


And it grates upon these very nerves,
This boredom and frustration is affecting me deeply.


That move my body amongst the living.
It impacts my ability to function and engage with others around me.


As they seethe,
This discomfort is brewing inside me.


Shaking their anger throughout my bones... as if to escape...
My frustration feels explosive and is causing physical tension, making me feel like I need to escape.


Such a need to explode.
I feel an urgent desire to break free from this ennui.


For this time ticks slowly,
This day is dragging on slowly, making it harder to endure.


Through this, the greyest of all days.
Compared to other days, this one is especially unexciting.


Waiting for now to become then.
I am eagerly waiting for this moment to be over and done with.


And it tears me apart,
This emotional strain is causing me great distress and pain.


But I cannot escape this terrible pain.
I am unable to escape from this growing discomfort and agony.


Ripping, devouring the bones within my flesh.
This stress is gnawing at my very being and causing great damage.


Draining my life's blood.
This feeling is sapping my energy and leaving me feeling depleted.


And wherefore is this fucking grey day,
Why must today be so dull and boring?


That I should sit in here again?
Why do I have to endure this dullness and confinement once more?


And what?
What else is there to do or say?


What fucking tale to tell now?
What new experience or achievement can I share with others now?


Of tears uncried?
I have no emotional stories to share with others.


Only the sweat of writhing agony.
All I have experienced lately is discomfort and frustration.


The eyes shed no tears...
I am feeling so hollow and numb that I cannot even cry anymore.


For a mind gone insane...
This mental fatigue has left me feeling like I am losing my grip on sanity.




Lyrics ยฉ O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: GREG CHANDLER

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