The pitch-black moments alone
In the coldest darkness
Then the wet is the only friend
And otta is only me
Then the loneliness is sometimes beautiful
She gives the thoughts room to play
And the skolt is used
To create paganism
For the devil lures and deceives
Everywhere one goes
Even here I'm sitting alone
Is the devil stirring
It's best to stay like this
Think about me and mine
Because if others care< br/>So loneliness will feel cheated
Then I give black judgmental prophecies
About what is the right way
For no one can tell
What is good or bad for me
No, I'd rather pop the cork
And pour me some beer
Then they can slouch in peace
About the silence that is
A chapter by itself

INVIA LE CORREZIONI