Six shards of life, from cradle to dust I see the scythe drawing near
The bull's-eye looms, so austere Going out with a bang and a deadly sneer A bitter end made so sweet But then I see them
Seeking me, so I may find my only answer Taunting me, so I'll never play the cards Calling me so I can see the darkness up ahead Gambling with the reaper
Their eyes betray, all the suffering and pain Preaching such judgment, unending Their words aggravate the air that surrounds me A dirge of morals so empty
Seeking me, so I may find my only answer Taunting me, so I'll never play the cards Calling me so I can see the darkness up ahead Gambling with the reaper
