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A biting blues-rock anthem that paints a cynical yet soulful portrait of modern life in the "gray city." It speaks to the paralyzing fear of taking a stand ("afraid of black and white") and the safety found in soulless conformity ("if you stay in the middle, you won't get shot"). The song laments the "middle-colored souls" floating like jellyfish in lukewarm water, neither hot nor cold, alive nor dead. Yet, beneath the apathy lies a desperate, fiery demand: "Regain your color, even if it's the color of blood." A powerful wake-up call for those fading into the background scenery.