Oh I see these shooting guns killing all alive in us
Oh, my mother, I rebel to find the truth on my own
Come on, get rid off, the serpent in your head
I’m ready to confess, I’ve been spotted
On throwing loving bombs
I ramble, yeah... I’m just a guest here, among kings
So you steal my love
You’re mine, I still love you
More…
More then him
More then you
More then any of them
Prettier than gold and furs
Prettier than all the good
But all, alone, lonely heart
Lone, lonely heart
Oh, my God
Love can be so cruel
But I can’t cool my fire
Bring out your soul and love will cure our hearts
Lone, lovely hearts