A man walks through the rubble of this cold and mindless

Land with a chip on his shoulder and a pistol in his hand

No emotions he has immortal thoughts

No friends or peers for a thousand years in a place where he's been dropped

Just a threat and a waste of a deaf, blind soul

His tricks and cons are carried on while the ignorant enroll

You won't be the first, you'll be the very last to know

When you're face to face with a man called Death and life's the pending toll

So if you want to turn out like this bold and fearless man

Then keep living your life in a reckless abandon

Thrown the dice, this gamble you have lost

Realize what you must sacrifice to pay the growing costs

Caught in a cage you slowly fill with rage

In a world where hate's like a never ending plague

You won't be the first, you'll be the very last to know

When you're face to face with a man called Death and life's the pending toll








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