| Lyrics: | My life's on time,
But again my sense is late.
Feel a might unsteady,
But still I
have to play.
Six to one's the odds,
And, we have the highest stakes.
And, once again
I gamble with my very life today.
Highly polished metal,
The oil makes it
gleam.
Fill the terror chamber,
Your mind begins to scream.
Your 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 piston down,
Now give the gun a spin.
Soon as the
spinning stops,
Oh no, the game starts in.
A hateful way of vengeance,
A bit of
playful sin.
Load another bullet,
Now the second round begins.
A couple grains
of powder,
A couple grams of lead.
A touch against the trigger,
A touch inside the
head.
Take 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' grill.
A
fraction of a second,
Do you lose, or maybe still,
Pass it to the left,
And collect
your mighty kill.
Add another bullet,
The third round begins.
Soon as the
spinning stops,
Oh no, the game starts in.
Please, no I.O.U.'s,
No markers for
death.
Does anybody play? Anybody,
Somebody, anybody play.
You, you, next
victim, you next to die.
You, come on, next victim, your turn to die |
