Ok i already asked but no answers yet. "not good enough for truth in cliche!
Question: come on sum1 has to kno. I absolutely love this song and the band and i have the biggest crush on Ronnie Radke, but i sooo don't understand the music video for "not good enough for truth in cliche"!
Answers: come on sum1 has to kno. I absolutely love this song and the band and i have the biggest crush on Ronnie Radke, but i sooo don't understand the music video for "not good enough for truth in cliche"!
I'm pretty sure it's about a girl hence the "my dear Juliet" line.
I assume she dumped him or he cant get her and he just can't accept it hence, "sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette"
playing Russian Roulette by yourself is where you load a revolver with one bullet and shoot yourself. If the chamber with the bullet was used, your dead.
try posting a link so people can see the video
Here are the lyrics to the song you are asking about maybe if you read them you will understand more about the song! I hope this has helped you
Not Good Enough for Truth or Cliche
Let's go
Let's go
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 your 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 your back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
[ Lyrics found at www.mp3lyrics.org/fh ]
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 your 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 your back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is 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 can't take this (take) anymore
(I cannot feel what you've done to me)
So for now, take this down a notch,
Crash my car through your window, window.