Текст песни Revolta - Быть Богом

Waking up in a cold sweat from the heat,
You do not know what to do with themselves where to live .
Thoughts mixed and only wants to scream
Pain, hate enough to wait for freedom
And tear sea ..

At age 17, your
Favorite toy - a pistol ,
Your friend stabs you vein
And in response,
Torn to shreds
Presses on the brain your shadow ..


Waking up in the hospital , you want to love.
Send this world to get into the world of dreams .
Thoughts erased and only wants to breathe
Little by little , do not hear the alarm, the lam
And be God ..

At age 17, your
Favorite toy - a pistol ,
Your friend stabs you vein
And in response,
In contrast smiling
Beckons you to your death ...