RUSSIAN ROULETTE

i spend my day counting the cuts on my arms
(selfinflicted)
most a couple inches long some a couple inches deep
i enjoy the pain it makes me strong
i cry at night untill i fade to sleep and when i wake the next day
i sit in my room with a knife and a gun
1 me 1 gun 5 bullets 6 slots 1 dud 5 hits
the odds are in my favor
its my favorite game
it has a famous name
its called russian roullete
i pick up the gun point it to my face
pull the trigger now my brains are all over the place
and im singing this song from beyond the grave