The shades of yesterday Decayed by maturity And these enchanting thoughts Are victims of myself Set your sails Head towards your faith All forbidden fruit tastes better Than the seeds of yesterday The shades of nevermore Depraved by reality And these enchanting thoughts Are victims of myself Would you like to annihilate? Would you like to leave it all behind? Temptation calls and all the doors are open wide Vivid are the thoughts Vivid are the thoughts that I have tried to deny Temptation calls and all the doors are open wide Vivid are the thoughts Vivid are the thoughts that I have tried to deny To deny in the past Condemned