Colourblind

The picture fades, everything looks the same
It tastes like ash, the smell of death, and the curtain falls
I count the hours, where have they gone?
The passion's done, only left this useless flesh
The days are dull and colourless.

The frame distorts and night crawls in
In shades of red, in blinding whites
I build a temple you tear it down
A still-life born inside the womb.

This life you paint, where does it lead ?
Why do the lines keep blurring on the way
Abstract impression so void of sense
Demented perspective.

Night crawls in
The tones melt into one.

Why can't I see anymore the colours of life ?
Why can't I feel the need for pain?
Grey's the hour, grey's the prospect, grey the picture
The future looked rosy until I went colourblind.

Paint it now, give me life, deal your death
Pour your colours, assemble stories, make them whole
Burn the frame!

Why can't I see anymore the colours of life ?
Why can't I feel the need for pain?
Grey's the hour, grey's the prospect, grey the picture
The future looked rosy until I went colourblind.

The picture fades, everything looks the same
It tastes like ash, the smell of death, and the curtain falls
I count the hours, where have they gone?
The passion's done, only left this useless flesh
The days are dull and colourless.