Playing russian roulette with a full chamber
Walking along the highway of hell
This repetitive sound of the clinging bell
Ringing as my feet; Satan’s sticky amber

Death is a flirt, knowing to achieve
A tranquility of spirit, playing a part
Deadly when the ghost arrive at the heart
Newly obtained black hole; fluid pet peeve.

Playing russian roulette with a full chamber
For the purpose of giving sense of freedom
Liberty in dreams for this eternal slumber.

Tranquility achieved through this sinful fight
A battle terminated with red blood of boredom
Buried six feet under in the middle of the night.