My Last Words - Remastered

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

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 'til 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 in

A hateful way of vengeance, a bit of playful sin

Load another bullet, 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 IOUs, no markers for death

Does anybody play?

Anybody?

Somebody?

Anybody play?

You (you), next victim

You, next to die

You (you), next victim

You, your turn to die

You (come on), next victim

You, your turn to die

You (come on), next victim

You, your turn to die

You...

Die!