Each card fails to win the match
We played like each move was the last
We play the final card in the poker game
We lost every hand, it was predestined
We'd lose, with no help from hope or desire
Made to run a race, without legs, being lame
Given no answers, allowed no questions
The truth we know comes with death or fire
Come Armageddon, we've been made ready
Come Armageddon, you're nothing to fear
At least we know that your aim is steady
We won't fear you as you draw near
Our hearts faded to dust and realized a truth
We are prisoners of lust, we can't be renewed
This is our final moment
The final time to think
Life is absurd
A game of pretend
And now an end
To a suffering without relent
