The Game

Deine Lakaien

Grey eyes flicker

Cold is the weed

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

Mortial crimes



What have you done ...