1999

They shiver, they kill
No one ever complains
It's not over
It's not finished
It's all but just started
The worry
The fear
I can see it as I pierce
The skin of those I kill
Will burn, crack and peel
It will end some time
But in the end,
It's just a game of Russian Roulette
Pull out your gun's
Because we're gonna party like it's 1999