Like if you're walking down to your car one day as your imagination wanders offnnAnd you see yourself just standing there while people are showing you all kinds of strange directionsnnAnd that's when it comes to you: I'll walk my way through Suburbia. Through the streets of 10,000 Celvic's empty trashcans and five foot fencesnnSlow, like I have onenControl, as if I had somenn10:15 PM and I'm crossing the main road in hope of finding the last person that made sense to mennI realize that I'm in Hell and I walk faster as my frustration growsnnNothing will ever change around herenPeople pay good money to avoid any change and colornEverything is black and whitenIt's all Hell with the shades of grey