Five Pulls Until the End

I dont like life anymore, cause im always sore. Im gonna commit suicide, and your just along for the ride. Were playing russian roulette, i take the gun and stick it to my head, i snap the trigger three times, and i still hear wind chimes. Im not dead yet, but theres still another round of roulette. I get the gun again, maybe this will be the end. I pull the trigger twice this time, i no longer hear wind chimes....