Russian Roulette — текст песни (Alkaline Trio)

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`ve won,
And the delicate balance
Won`t survive the turbulence.
Now, enter the escape
From every thing 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 the you can`t see—
The simplicity is beautiful.