Colours in Vain

Now I see your colors in vain
And I know it doesn’t even change
Face down in a sunken Maze
It’s the same old sunken place
Wrapped in a Sickened state of mind
Oh well what’s to care this time
Stormed up the darkened mountain side
Tore down the all illusive mind
Restore the meadows of the youth
Patient of the sick and numb
Back door of your evil ways