My Last Words
My life’s on time but again my sense is late, feel a might unsteady but still I have to playSix to one’s the odds and we have the highest stakes and once again I gamble with my very life todayHighly polished metal, the oil makes it gleam, fill the terror chamber, your mind begins to screamYour life is like a trigger, never trouble till you’re squeezed, now you crack a smile, as you give the gun a tease
Place the pistol down, now give the gun a spin, soon as the spinning stops, oh no, the game starts inA hateful way of vengeance, a bit of playful sin, load another bullet, now the second round beginsA couple grains of powder, a couple grams of lead, a touch against the trigger, a touch inside the headTake another drink and raise the last bets, think about my last words, they might be what I just said
A click comes from the hammer that couldn’t drive a nail, sense the numbing cold blue or the red of Hades’ grillA fraction of a second, do you lose or maybe still, pass it to the left, and collect your mighty killAdd another bullet, the third round begin, soon as the spinning stops, oh no, the game starts inPlease, no I.O.U’s, no markers for death, does anybody play?
AnybodySomebodyEverybodyWoah!
You, you, next victim, you next to dieYou, you, next victim, you, your turn to dieYou, come on, next victim, you, your turn to dieYou, come on, next victim, you, your turn to die
You die!