Final Stand

It's hard to tell and even harder to get

Why is it that you're still around on the set and not dead?

A crock of politics, a fucked-up society

There's no returning to how things used to be

When punishment

Fits the crime

The smoking barrel points down as you pull the sledge

And that is how it goes, living on the razor's edge

One bullet is all it takes to clear the air finally

Don't run for cover, there's no shelter out there, unluckily

This god has no name

Life is a gambler

Who's dealt a dirty hand

Death is the dealer

Forcing the final stand

Your fingers probing the exit-wound, it hurts a lot

Feels like a crack in the shell, but the pain is all you've got

Determination is to be found in a loaded gun

But there's no answer to the question, "Where did it all begin?"

When the punishment

Fits the crime

So many times it was the order to follow

The imperfection of the human constitution

The mission hard to complete and therefore hard to succeed

Makes it harder for a hitman to even bleed

This god has no name

Life is a gambler

Who's dealt a dirty hand

Death is the dealer

Forcing the final stand

This god's insane

This god's insane

This god's insane

This god's insane

Life is a gambler

Who's dealt a dirty hand

Death is the dealer

Forcing the final stand

Life is a gambler

Who's dealt a dirty hand

Death is the dealer

Forcing the final stand