Russian Roulette

She lives like Russian roulette barrel up to the head

Where every sweet young move is belonging to a sickness

Now enter special things to detour all the pain

Like a brand new solid mess but nothing seems to last

It strikes when you've thought You won

It's self destruction

It strikes when you've thought you won and the delicate balance won't survive

The turbulence now enter the escape from everything

You've made cause something wrong inside won't let you live

Your life it strikes when you've thought you won

It's self destruction

When you've thought you won

Down You will go with a tail of flames stretched out behind you

The cold wind will blind you and in all that

You can't see the simplicity is beautiful