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