Wulf Downard - One of the Greys Lyrics

You must admit that you don't know
But a preference will be revealed
A balance is an admirable goal
Yet it is an unattainable ideal
You can try to sit the fence, but, eventually, you'll slide
A mighty wind of consequence will blow you to one side
No left or right, no black nor white, no clear-cut shades nor way
No perfect mean of in-between; you're just one of the greys
Choices you make- they must be made
Throughout the mapless, hazy maze
Move along, or you will surely fade
Another hapless, hopeless one of the greys
You can try to sit the fence, but, eventually, you'll slide
A mighty wind of consequence will blow you to one side
No left or right, no black nor white, no clear-cut shades nor way
No perfect mean of in-between; you're just one of the greys
Zero and infinity
Far beyond the pressure of extremes
A neutrality is a fallacy
There is just no proper in-between
You can try to sit the fence, but, eventually, you'll slide
A mighty wind of consequence will blow you to one side
No left or right, no black nor white, no clear-cut shades nor way
No perfect mean of in-between; you're just one of the greys