From my enemies of the last five years,
What's it like to die alone?
And how does it feel when tears freeze,
When you cry?
The blood in your veins is twenty below.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on my trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget.
RONNIE RADKE TAKASII!!!
(kuva situationsista mut nii ihana kuva et oli pakko.)