Russian Roulette isn't only a game
for the drunk or depressed.
It's also a game for the people
voices possessed.

The voices may say
it's your time to go,
but only the gun
can really know.

You pull the trigger,
you chance your luck.
The voices tell you
to not give a fuck.

They whisper, they haunt,
they live in your mind.
Sanity is something
you cannot find.

Your mind isn't yours,
it belongs to the voices.
They don't give you
any other choices.

They enter your mind,
possessing your soul.
Driving you insane
is their role.

Pull the trigger.
Chance your luck.
You're a whore,
you don't give a fuck.

Your opponents don't care
whether you live or die.
When they pull the trigger,
you can only sigh.

Another empty shot,
and the gun's back to you.
Pulling the trigger
is all you can do.

Whore.
You are a whore.
You're not good enough.
You don't deserve to live.

Breathe.
In and out.
Keep your calm,
don't you dare shout.

Two rounds left,
and it's your turn.
Remember!
Death is something for which you yearn!

Slowly, carefully,
put the gun to your head.
Pull the trigger,
and you could be dead.

Pull the trigger
and you could be dead!
Yes!
Hold it right to your head!

"Close your eyes,
and count to three.
Sometimes it helps,"
my opponent says to me.

Close your eyes,
shut them tight.
Pull the trigger,
and see the light.

The blood spills
from your head,
but you don't know.
Because you're dead.

You pulled the trigger,
you chanced your luck.
But now you're dead,
so you don't give a fuck.

Russian Roulette isn't only a game
for the drunk or depressed.
It's also a game for the people
voices possessed.

(I'll pull the trigger,
I'll chance my luck.
I'm a whore,
and whore's don't give a fuck)