My Last Words

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?
Anybody play?
Woo!

You, (you) next victim
You next to die
You, (come on) next victim
You, your turn to die
You, (come on) next victim
You, your turn to die
You
Die!