The Storm

The wind is blowing cold
Time is standing still
This is going sideways
I should have never accept the deal

I got to have my mind clear
I need to keep my facts straight
I've got nothing to loose
If I play my cards right
I'll have the royal flush

No emotions only iced face
Dark hopes flirt all his face
Maybe I'm empty handed
Maybe this will be just nothing at all

Cold sweat permeating my forhead
That's the nature of the case
All or nothing
Stand tall
If you wanna win you'll live
Loose you'll fall

The hidden secret of eternal life
Is this the prize you want
You win you will live forever
Fall and you will burn
That's the only way
There's no escape
You have to sit and play

I have nothing to loose but my life
Wich is already fading away

A certain revelation before my eyes
Will crack the code
Gasping for air from a tiny hole
On a lead of a box
A slander bar of steel
Planted between your chest
A tunnel of dark with no light at the end
My mind should be mended
I don't see the Sun
I just feel it's heat
In cold and fog
Sinking deeper in the quicksand
Of the lonelyness desert
Earn to go running
With heart and main
Face the hands of the accuser

There's a storm growing near