Game Over
Its them, they're coming to knock
They claim they only wanna talk
Guns drawn at the ready
Now keep em steady, you don't want to miss
Feel the kiss of death pierce your heart
Its an art to spit fire and flame
To watch others drown in this game
Look now to your fallen comrade
Dead and gone by a most sinister hand
Game is over before it began
Look now to the sky, now try and ask...why?
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