She lives like Russian roulette
Barrel up to the head
Where every sweet young move is belonging to a sickness

Now enter special things
To detour all the pain
Like a brand new, solid mess
But nothing seems to last

It strikes when you've thought you won
It's self destruction
It strikes when you've thought you won
And the delicate balance won't survive the turbulence
Now, enter the escape from everything you've made
'Cause something wrong inside won't let you live your life

It strikes when you've thought you won
It's self destruction
It strikes when you've thought you won
And down you will go
With a tail of flames stretched out behind you
The cold wind will blind you
And in all that you can't see
The simplicity is beautiful