Текст песни Aviators - Bad Luck

I think I've lost my way
A long vacation
Like a rat that holds the plague
The infestation
We all got bloody hands
While playing blackjack
You live a life on chance
You get your payback

I need a little help sometimes to listen to myself
From someone else
I can't believe I came so far surviving in this shame
Am I to blame?
I'm not, shut up, shut up

Welcome to the freak show
Thought the odds were equal
Roulette in my head keeps rolling on
Let the bloody streets flow
Nothing holds a candle
To thе rapid fire of my own gun
Maybe psycho
Push me and you might go
Ovеr in a blaze of arcane blue
Stop me if I ramble
I'll come take a gamble for you
'Cause you need a little bad luck baby
A new ghost in the house
The city's haunted
I never crossed the line
But I like feeling wanted
Foundations wash away
The pain I tasted
Now you'll love the game we play
But your luck is wasted

I need a little hurt sometimes to keep me who I am
To give a damn
I came back with my shattered soul to find a better way
Now who's to say
Now who's to say

Welcome to the freak show
Thought the odds were equal
Roulette in my head keeps rolling on
Let the bloody streets flow
Nothing holds a candle
To the rapid fire of my own gun
Maybe psycho
Push me and you might go
Over in a blaze of arcane blue
Stop me if I ramble
I'll come take a gamble for you
'Cause you need a little bad luck baby
I need a little help sometimes to listen to myself
From someone else
From someone else
I couldn't find the words to say I miss you more than peace
So save me please
Come save me please
You taught me how to hate the world itself, well lucky me
But am I free?
Now am I free?

So welcome to the freak show
Thought the odds were equal
Roulette in my head keeps rolling on
Let the bloody streets flow
Nothing holds a candle
To the rapid fire of my own gun
Maybe psycho
Push me and you might go
Over in a blaze of arcane blue
Stop me if I ramble
I'll come take a gamble for you
'Cause you need a little bad luck baby