Russian Roulette — текст песни (Hot Water Music)

(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. It strikes when you`ve thought you won. And 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.