My heart grows cold
My soul turns old
My head now bold
I’ll die I’m told
Bad hand I fold

The universe is our dealer
It draws out our cards
Some that might kill ya
This is straight chaos
I’m in my suit
And it’s flushed
There’s a pair of hearts
With one that’s crushed
And an ace that’s laced
With poison and deceit
Seems my fate is made
As I’ll be using this spade
To dig my own grave

I’m six feet from the deck
And I’m thinking
Could I sneak in
A flush that’s royal
Because then I’ll win
But the dealer sees
They’re omniscient
And the final boss
Seems that this is my loss