Testo di So Lonely

Listening to the warning, warning of the past Nobody is talking, there's left to trust The sore point of living, somewhere lurks the truth Embraced by the screaming, of damned youth And I still don't know why Why do you cry? So lonely Poor root of religion, dismembered by time The spirit has own reasons, to enter the calm Sooth locus of rapture, where no life dwells Dawn of the madness, the earth is part of hell