This song by Escape the Fate conveys intense emotional turmoil and themes of betrayal, heartbreak, and despair. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of someone grappling with deep pain, using dark imagery like "Russian roulette" and "blood on my hands" to express their inner demons and feelings of helplessness. Phrases like "hurtful words from my enemies" and the repeated mention of "Juliet" suggest the narrator feels abandoned and betrayed by someone they deeply cared for. The inclusion of crashing a car through a window emphasizes desperation and a desire for closure or retaliation. Ultimately, the song portrays the struggles of coping with profound emotional distress and the haunting memories of past relationships. #Heartbreak #EmotionalTurmoil #Despair
Not Good Enough for Truth in Cliche
Lyrics
Hurtful words,
From my enemies of the last five years,
What's it like to die alone?
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 the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Something I cannot forget.
So for now, take this down a notch,
Crash my car through your window,
Make sure you're still alive,
Just in time to kill you,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Something I cannot forget.
I can't take this (take) anymore
I can't take this (take) anymore
I can't take this (take) anymore
(I cannot feel what you've done to me)
I can't take this (take) anymore
(What you've done to me)
So for now, take this down a notch,
Crash my car through your window,
(Window)
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Something I cannot forget.
Writer(s): OMAR ESPINOSA, MAX GREEN, BRIAN MONEY, ROBERT ORTIZ, RONNIE RADKE, MICHAEL ELVIS BASKETTE, MIKE BOOTH
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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