Final Stand
Bonded
Into Blackness • 2021
Lyrics
It's hard to tell and even harder to get
Why is it that you‘re still around on the set and not dead?!
A crock of politics, and fucked up society
There's no returning to how things used to be
…when punishment fits the crime
The smoking barrel points down as you pull the sledge
And that‘s how it goes living on the razor's edge
One bullet is all it takes to clear the air finally
Don't run for cover, there's no shelter out there, unluckily
…this god has no name…
Life is a gambler who's dealt a dirty hand
Death is the dealer, forcing the final stand
Your fingers probing the exit-wound, it hurts a lot
Feels like a crack in the shell, but the pain is all you've got
Determination is to be found in a loaded gun
But there's no answer to the question where did it all begin?!
…when the punishment fits the crime
So many times it was the order to follow
The mission hard to complete and therefore hard to succeed
The imperfection of the human constitution
Makes it harder for a hitman to even bleed
…this god has no name…
Life is a gambler who‘s dealt a dirty hand
Death is the dealer, forcing the final stand
…this god is insane…
Life is a gambler who's dealt a dirty hand
Death is the dealer, forcing the final stand
Why is it that you‘re still around on the set and not dead?!
A crock of politics, and fucked up society
There's no returning to how things used to be
…when punishment fits the crime
The smoking barrel points down as you pull the sledge
And that‘s how it goes living on the razor's edge
One bullet is all it takes to clear the air finally
Don't run for cover, there's no shelter out there, unluckily
…this god has no name…
Life is a gambler who's dealt a dirty hand
Death is the dealer, forcing the final stand
Your fingers probing the exit-wound, it hurts a lot
Feels like a crack in the shell, but the pain is all you've got
Determination is to be found in a loaded gun
But there's no answer to the question where did it all begin?!
…when the punishment fits the crime
So many times it was the order to follow
The mission hard to complete and therefore hard to succeed
The imperfection of the human constitution
Makes it harder for a hitman to even bleed
…this god has no name…
Life is a gambler who‘s dealt a dirty hand
Death is the dealer, forcing the final stand
…this god is insane…
Life is a gambler who's dealt a dirty hand
Death is the dealer, forcing the final stand
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