A deadly game of chance Falsely trying to advance Enhanced probability, maximum futility Expressive killings without vigor It's time to pull the trigger Pull the... Falling down a path A path that leads to nothing The end all, be all of self destruction Apex of stupidity An honest piece of artistry Is something you wouldn't know A gun to the head of the industry Ready to unload. Free fall of integrity, constant meltdown Renounce your sense of dignity And spin the chamber around Another round of cleansing It might be your time to let go Blacklist of six; you'll cease to exist An entity nobody knows Just one squeeze and it's over, no mistake Death is something even you can't fake When all is said and done All that's left is none Praised for victory When the game is far from won A practice in futility Breakthrough in stupidity Pull the trigger and see Music filled with lead Who has won when we're all dead?