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 ...