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Russian Roulette

Russian Roulette

Tears of pain come from me with every thought I’ve ever had

There is no existence that can be seen, with death I will be glad

Life is just a pointless game, I cannot see why I am here

Never again shall I get the blame while I shall disappear

Why have I been tortured this way

With the gun spinning at my head I shall play

I think it is loaded, oh well it’s my turn

When the trigger is pulled I shall burn

I cannot find my way through this land of hate

Now I drop to my kneeds and pray before they lock the gate

I life will ever leave my soul, pain shall spread throughout the land

With this life that I stole, I live so grand

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