A man walks through the rubble of this cold and mindless land
a chip on his shoulder and a pistol in his hand
no emotion he has immortal thoughts
no friends or peers for a thousand years in a plaace where he's been dropped
just a threat and a waste of deaf blind soul
his tricks and cons are carried on while the ignorant enroll
and you won't be the first but the very last to know
when you're face to face with a man caleld death and life's the pending toll
So if you want to turn out like the bold and fearless man
then keep living your life in a reckless abandon
throw the dice
this gamble you ahve lost
realise what you must sacrifice ti pay the inflaiting costs
caught in a cage you slowly fill with rage
in a world where hate is like a never ending plague
and you won't be the first but hte evry last to know
when you're face to face with a man called death
and life's the pending toll