Текст песни сталкер неизветный исп. - Кто же я ангел или бес

The world made me egoist
It does not allow you to watch float fly low
I was in fact still not listed on the passage in the EDEM
So why do not I like all sin
Make me anesthesia I've had enough of pain
I've had enough the role of executioner in natural selection
I crossed the road and the many features take off
All roads lead to Rome, met in Rome
The enemies want my death, but I am still alive
Luck became forever my second wife
But every day I feel behind their anger
And every day is a fight for the last word
Who are these people that hate me so much,
I see the sky, but it does not see me alas ...
God is busy, and I'm tired to call his secretary,
If this is paradise, then I burn alive in Paradise

Come on ...
But not Jesus carry his cross
I am trying to reach the sky
And if my life still has weight
Tell me who I really am an angel or a demon [2]

I like all wrong and are often wrong
But my truth is different from your truths
I admit mistakes, not for praise
Even if life has forced to try shackles
The world becomes colored only after the fifth stack
At the end of the tunnel there is light - flew cork
I do not crucified but resurrected five times
Do not look for me in heaven, at the old address
Let not your hands are clean but a clear conscience
I have not rented a neck Orthodox cross
I became what I became so late sozhelet
Shoot me in the air without warning
I'm caught up in a lie I do not want to live this way
The sky is like my height is divided into floors
And I'm tired of waiting for the elevator I climb itself

Come on ...
But not Jesus carry his cross
I am trying to reach the sky
And if my life still has weight
Tell me who I really am an angel or a demon [2]

Time to learn to trust only himself
It is better to be paranoid than with a knife in the back
Too many bitches Narova pass for brother
Although the fate of the already rich of meanness
While some see the days in glossy films
Under the remaining steps damn thin ice
If I'm a bastard because I go to the bottom of
That book me a place in hell
I still do not get there as if you did not want to
I'll die as a hero rather than die without a purpose
The smirk on my face furious Lucifer
It is not death is the ultimate measure
I'll take all the vein itself if there is no blame
Justification and so suppresses the sound of the tocsin
The signature number and the date of this letter count
I was born again in two thousand and eight

Come on ...
But not Jesus carry his cross
I am trying to reach the sky
And if my life still has weight
Tell me who I really am an angel or a demon [2]