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