Cheating Death
I cheated death, and on a few occasions invited it with open arms.
Stabbed in the back so many times I found enlightenment in broken hearts.
I stole a life sentence, earned it fighting with no regard,
For my own well-being, I bled out that night then I closed the barns.
If you need to find me, start tracking from the blood spilled in the pasture.
I wrote my own storybook ending, so I guess I get killed in this chapter.
That’s a spoiler alert, or my fate is revealed in the rapture.
If I face the consequences of cheating, it’ll fill a building with laughter.
I’m still standing, no matter how hard they tried; I lied and died to survive.
I asked myself the same damn questions, why am I alive?
Thank the guardian angel that intercepted the bullet before it went inside of my eye.
You call it cheating death, I’m sure there’s a nicer guy to assign to the sky,
A gentleman that always told the truth, even I would want his company.
Death itself never trusted a fat slob that always had something up his sleeve.
At this point walking to hell with the grim reaper would be a fucking luxury.
I stole my life, unfortunately, I suddenly realized I don’t learn much from gluttony,
After all, that’s one of the seven deadly sins, it does more harm than I noticed.
There’s got to be better odds for me, maybe we can bring those margins to focus.
There are people that find “laughter” in my pain, it’ll take someone heartless to quote this.
I got mileage on me, all these years I spent wandering the farthest from hopeless.
Made it out of the furnace, escaped the burn pit, then stepped on a smoke grenade.
That night I had an out-of-body experience, saw my own corpse being towed away.
I played my cards right, showing my hand immediately is how I negotiate.
I can’t keep cheating death, there’s only “one man” that knows my poker face,
I can handle Lucifer, I’ll bring my own demons to make it a closer fight.
My life was a gamble, he’s here to collect a debt, I can pay it off practically overnight
Cheating death? Or am I just the reminiscences of a poltergeist,
I’m here because I bent some rules, you act offended like you never told a lie.
Against the odds I risked it all, these days I’m rolling less dice.
I had a solution for the burning, they said it was cheating to avoid direct light.
I say it’s smart to know your limitations, so I never keep my head high.
If you think stealing earns you an extra life, you can join me on the next heist.
We can mold the future, as far as immortality? we can provide it in schemes.
We can lead them to gold if we work together; never collide with the teams.
We can show them more reality, because their truth is hiding in dreams.
If we have to lie, cheat and steal to survive, that's what you’ll find in this scene.
I’m used to lifting up caskets, sometimes I feel like a fucking fool when I hurt.
Cheating death is the coward's way in, but I have to admit it’s cool when it works.
If truth shortens your life, I’ll keep lying, I guess honesty is a tool that is cursed.
If cheating death worked at the cemetery, I know who I’ll pull from the dirt.
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