The Game is called Life
the loser gets death.
Pull the trigger then my turn is next
There's fear in my eyes
My blood races fast
Pulling the trigger and all I hear is a click,
Safe for now your turn is next.
Looking death in the eye playing with life
This game isn't fun for the loser gets death.
Squeezing the trigger slowly and surely
sweat racing down the other mans neck.
Pointing the muzzle at one's own head,
and pulling the trigger to hear the voice of death.
Blood lines the wall as the smoke clears the room
My heart races fast with a smile on my face
I win at this game we all call life.