"Russian Roulette" "Russian Roulette" (Ela vive como uma roleta russa. O barril (Cano da arma) sobe para a cabeça. Onde cada doce joven muda para fazer parte de uma doença.) (She lives like russian roulette. Barrel up to the head. Where every sweet young move is belonging to a sickness.) (She lives like russian roulette. Barrel up to the head. Where every sweet young move is belonging to a sickness.) Agora entram coisas especiais para desviar de toda a dor, 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. 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. como uma nova forma, bagunça solida.