Armored Theory - The Dead Man's Hand lyrics

You draw your breath You place your bet Win some, lose some Your end will come As your time ticks Candles burn wicks All things must pa** From first to last Can't get away It's time to play Four up, one down Who cares about you now? Dealt in by Fate Now it's too late Let your chips fall Can't bluff d**h's call Black suits you well Message from Hell Back to the door Settle the score Legend is made The debt repaid Can't get away It's time to play Four up, one down Who cares about you now? Dealt in by Fate Now it's too late The Dead Man's Hand The Dead Man's Hand The Dead Man's Hand The Dead Man's Hand You've drawn last breath You've lost the bet Won some, lost one Your end has come Can't get away It's time to play Four up, one down Who cares about you now? Dealt in by Fate Now it's too late The Dead Man's Hand The Dead Man's Hand The Dead Man's Hand The Dead Man's Hand