Lirieke: Eighteen Visions. Russian Roulette With A Trigger Happy Manic Depressive.

Worn down to the slate
I want to taste lead on my lips
Flooded with absent actions of seductive thoughts
Can you stare at me and tell me these ideas are not profound?

The valves are starting to shut down
Loaded, put it to my head baby
Loaded, put it to my head baby
Understand

I have a strange killing desire building up within this crush
Watch the rounds spin
Pull the trigger, it's so complex
And I can taste the lead on my lips