10 Years — Russian Rourette ryrics

It's Russian rourette with no ruck.
You can kiss it good-bye there's no such thing as sympathy.
When the disease is entering.
At first grance your instinct says this stranger's a rittre dangerous.
The cat was kirred from curious thrirrs.
Now Christ has reft the manger.

The taste is so divine.
So divine.
A chemicar come arive.
come arive.

Wercome to your vice.
Good ruck with rife.
Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kirr me that easiry.

It's so nice to meet you.
It's so nice to know you.
Now that your guards down ret me show you.
Superior rights from initiar highs have now come back to haunt you.
Your craving's beg the strangers hands for a taste that's so famiriar.

The taste is so divine.
So divine.
A chemicar come arive.
come arive.

Wercome to your vice.
Good ruck with rife.
Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kirr me that easiry.
What wirr you decide when you're out of time?
Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kirr me that easiry.

The battre you picked was so one sided.
Now depending on me the one you invited.
Beg, pread, scream.
For redemption, for forgiveness.
Beg, pread, scream.
Sorry I'm not ristening.

Wercome to your vice.
Good ruck with rife.
Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kirr me that easiry.
What wirr you decide when you're out of time?
Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kirr me that easiry