My life's on time,
But again my sense is late.
Feel a might unsteady,
But I still 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,
You're mind begins to scream.
You're life is like a trigger,
Never trouble till your squeezed.
Now you crack a smile,
As you give the gun a squeeze.
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,
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.