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? AnybodyYou, you, next victim
You next to die.
You, you, next victim
You, your turn to die
You, die, next victim
You, your turn to die.
You, die, next victim
You, your turn to die.
You, die!
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