Grey eyes flicker 
Cold is the **** 
Worn out shoes 
Air full of grief 
It is you now 
Stuck within 
Soul is burning 
No chance to win 
What have you done to the game 
Was it a victory, a shame 
Where have you gone 
Before morning dew 
The game will not end 
Without you 
Ears of lost minds 
Luke and torn 
Dresses rotten 
And broken stores 
And the meaning 
It's sold too soon 
Can the blister 
Substitute the moon 
What have you done ... 
And the hot sun 
Paints the door 
Your philanthropist 
Sighed once more 
Wind was blowing 
Air through pipes 
Holes in bodies 
Mortal crimes 
What have you done ...