Lyrics Games Of Death - Melancholy Pessimism

Games Of Death

It will catch someone in bed
Someone in a car
Another is catched in a bath
Or in the fire sometimes.
Death doesn’t choose.
She never choose.
From the gun
Or in the loop
It could be a gas
And razor, knife … or another way.
Death doesn’t choose.
She never choose.
It’s only a game
Game of life and death
She will come with scythe
And you are dead.
It’s all the same for death
She never choose.