Carved imprint of our former self Is gone is name based on enchanted day full of houses in the sky unreachable to the damaged eyes there´s plentiful of cry in the sun but our eyes can´t see they are burning within and without who could care less and who would care more than those who had to cry while their eyes were melting in a hot place in a terribly bewitched stable full of sins Do you crave for more for it will never be gone Live through it Let it burn you alive You will become a bright speck of dust flying in its own, personal hell-like swarm of flies