Текст песни Elvis

Every wants to think serve some kind of purpolse in this world
And everyone wants to make someone cry and bring flowers at their funeral
But everyone's a slave to them self
Everybody thinks they get some special magic from all of these icons that we make of glass and stone
And everybody reaches to the sky to trick themselves into believing that we're not aloneRorschach Test - Elvis - http://ru.motolyrics.com/rorschach-test/elvis-lyrics.html
But Jesus was born in a barn that's why he leaves the door open
I'd rather be a murderer than to be a murder victim
Everyone's a slave to them self, and everyone's afraid of them self.
And nobody has ever loved no one except maybe them self.