• The grasp of death tugging on my neck
    I find it hard to breath, I find it hard to see
    The meaning in which my life has brought upon me
    Play the right cards, so shuffle the deck

    You need all the luck you need
    when you're out there, alone and cold
    all they said and told you, you must heed
    or else you'll end up selling your soul

    I'm trapped, I'm caged, I'm buried under wreckage
    I'm a victim, a patient, about to be ancient
    And there's no one out there to save me
    I'm buried under the wreckage of reality!