Still I am, so still, so quiet
So unknowing, rarely showing – my wicked sides
So different, you won’t get me by mere sight – sniff me out or take a bite
Be you a doctor of Body, of Mind or Soul
Try to understand you fool, you believer in black and white
It wont get you any closer to the truth
Good luck to you
I will prevail in the everlasting shades of gray
