This Probably Is a Death Card

Shuffle the cards gently,
You're playing for life,
The last chance of freedom
or the final "O.K." at chains.

Look up, poker face
Place your cards down
You're playing for life,
The last opportunity of freedom
or the final "O.K." at chains.

Pass a spades left
Give your friend a three of clubs
The rules of the game are unknown
You're playing for life,
The last opportunity of freedom
or the last order for chains.

The room is black, bottomless, and beastly
One streak of dust-infected sky light is the only light coming in
The air is dry on your tongue, a terrible taste
You are parched
You're playing to live,
The last opportunity of freedom
or the last order for chains.

Here it comes, the final step
the atmosphere changes, there is a deep sigh coming close
Each of the six sitting has hope
Slight hope, tight hope, fighting hope, bright hope
Face the end, the anxious end
Place your cards down slowly
We're playing to live,
The last opportunity of freedom
or the last order of chains.

Flip the four, face side up
One by one, memorize the order and the moments that pass by
Watch with the poker face as the six others do the same
Too dark to see their faces
Only enough light to spot their hands
Stall the end
Stall the end game
We're playing to live,
The last opportunity to see the outside and run
or the last order of chains.