One way out.
Your only out.
No streets of chance,
Those days have passed.
The spinning wheel.
The golden deal.
Mephisto’s pact,
The blood red fact.
And when you see me fall, you’ll watch me turn around.
You’ll see my body twist, my feet land on the ground.
The wet street.
Echoing feet.
A hooded figure,
A coded gesture.
From a crowd,
They picked you out.
Your walk is steady,
And you are ready.
And when you watch him fall, his eyes will turn around.
You’ll see his body twist, his head is on the ground