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