I'm sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette.
I keep this six-shooter aimed to the heart in your silohuette.
The pleading in your screams is something I can't forget.
Bang bang it goes as your lifeless body falls to the ground.
I smirk as the sound rings out through the town.
Everybody gasps as they see I'm not wearing a frown.
I rock back on my heels as the blood runs to my feet.
I shiver not in coldness, but of the chill of the thrill I'd love to keep.
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