He drinks his whiskey and his coffee black
Days away from a heart attack
He knows...he's not getting younger
Haunted by his dreams off track
Smoke a cigarette and push 'em back
He knows...the day is coming

I see fear in your eyes, your eyes, your eyes

Suffocating, so frustrating
Every day, the way you live your life
Filling up on empty, scripted lies
I watch you fading, desecrating everything in sight
The trigger pulls itself without a fight
When you're living a bloodshot life

(He's) got a vision of demons' eyes
Burnin' holes inside his mind
He knows...they're coming for him
Runnin' out of second tries
Tick tock, the clock is winding down
And he ain't got shit

'Cause in the end...there's no time, no time, no time