Russian Roulette

(álbum: Division - 2008)

It's Russian roulette with no luck.
You can kiss it good-bye there's no such thing as sympathy.
When the disease is entering.
At first glance your instinct says this stranger's a little dangerous.
The cat was killed from curious thrills.
Now Christ has left the manger.

The taste is so divine.
So divine.
A chemical come alive.
come alive.

Welcome to your vice.
Good luck with life.
Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily.

It's so nice to meet you.
It's so nice to know you.
Now that your guards down let me show you.
Superior rights from initial highs have now come back to haunt you.
Your craving's beg the strangers hands for a taste that's so familiar.

The taste is so divine.
So divine.
A chemical come alive.
come alive.

Welcome to your vice.
Good luck with life.
Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily.
What will you decide when you're out of time?
Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily.

The battle you picked was so one sided.
Now depending on me the one you invited.
Beg, plead, scream.
For redemption, for forgiveness.
Beg, plead, scream.
Sorry I'm not listening.

Welcome to your vice.
Good luck with life.
Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily.
What will you decide when you're out of time?
Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily