Aged like wine they tossed away, afraid to stain their glasses. Sealed the time in cellophane, then watched it turn to ashes.

Another time, another place; another promise that you break and now you’re breaking down.

Snake eyes, yea you’re a high roller. I am the devil on your shoulder. You cannot run from me. I am the reckoning. Can’t find your lightning in a bottle. Nosedive; you’re headed for the bottom. You cannot run from me. I am the reckoning.

Close the book or turn the page. The plot’s starting to thicken. Don’t you look the other way. It’s time for you to listen.

Another time, another place; another mask to hide your face but now you gotta take a good long look in the mirror.

Snake eyes, yea you’re a high roller. I am the devil on your shoulder. You cannot run from me. I am the reckoning. Can’t find your lightning in a bottle. Nosedive; you’re headed for the bottom. You cannot run from me. I am the reckoning.

The dangers of your negligence — a different kind of art. Blame it on your arrogance, I guess that’s who you are. Lamb to the slaughter I won’t stand at the alter alone (I see you now…all alone). The sins of a martyr unfold. I see you now. I guess that’s who we are

Snake eyes, yea you’re a high roller. I am the devil on your shoulder. You cannot run from me. I am the reckoning. Can’t find your lightning in a bottle. Nosedive you’re headed for the bottom. You cannot run from me. I am the reckoning.