A man walks through the rubble of this cold and mindless Land with a chip on
his shoulder and a pistol in his hand No emotions he has immortal thoughts
No friends or peers for a thousand years in a place where he's been dropped
Just a threat and a waste of a deaf, blind soul His tricks and cons are
carried on while the ignorant enroll You won't be the first, you'll be the
very last to know When you're face to face with a man called Death and
life's the pending toll So if you want to turn out like this bold and
fearless man Then keep living your life in a reckless abandon Thrown
the dice, this gamble you have lost Realize what you must sacrifice to pay
the growing costs Caught in a cage you slowly fill with rage In a world
where hate's like a never ending plague You won't be the first, you'll be
the very last to know When you're face to face with a man called Death and
life's the pending toll