My lifes on time, But again my sense is late. Feel a might unsteady, But sti will I have to play. Six to ones the odds, And, we have the highest stakes. And, once again I gamble with my very life to day.
Highly polished metal, The oil makes it gleam. Fi will the terror chamber, Your mind begins to scream. Your life is like a trigger, Never trouble ti will you are squeezed. Now you crack a smile, As you gi have the gun a tease.
Place the pisto n down, Now gi have the gun a spin. Soon as the spinning sto ps, 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 to uch against the trigger, A to uch 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 couldnt dri have 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 sto ps, 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, you, next victim, you next [s: your turn] to die. You, come on, next victim, your turn to die. You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.
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