O' I had just simmered and fumed
My heyday was trimmed and was pruned
T'was soiled with the mulch of remorse
I replayed this hundreds of times
In my head and I searched for a fault
Or a blunder or curse to blame
No such miscue occurred
It was my cross to bear and I walked with that cross on my back

My bridle and patience wore off
I'd not sink in and wait for a door
I had to get out
Had to flee from the scrawl in my head!

All these starving flames
Inching onto me
Can't be stomped out now
And you'd never let go
We're hanging from the edge
Swaying riotous while
Candles burn away
At my straw, wicker hands
O' the fall's so far down!

From the brim of my hell, I had glimpsed an escape
So I played a few hands, and I learned a few tricks
And from 'cross the bridge, such glowering facets turned
It seemed luck's key had found its hole
And with such merry comes great sorrow
On and on those candles burned
This windfall would never wear off
With a verve, I made way toward the floor
Fate threw me the dice
And I staked such a price, that I did!
One more game
One more chance to reclaim my crown!

All these starving flames
Inching onto me
Can't be stomped out now
And you'd never let go
We're hanging from the edge
Swaying riotous while
Candles burn away
At my straw, wicker hands
O' the fall's so far down!

Then a darkness veiled the scene
And spelled me to walk the flames
To roll and wonder
Always wondering!

Uhm...
If time rewound itself, I'd kick myself to leave
This was defeat
Before I even hit the ground, I knew that I was smoke
A fuse made of greed had fasted into me
And it had stitched up my retreat
And I had been given one chance!
Bet you'll never see me again
'Cause I burned it all away
I had betrayed me!
I didn't know if I should fight or run or beg for mercy
I knew for sure that all my common sense had turned to ash
Across from me, a dozen eyes reflected malcontent
So I stood up strong to point and aim the gun between his eyes
I couldn't figure what I felt inside, it buzzed and pressured
Like being stabbed in the gut, and in the heat I cried
"Get on your knees and beg me not to kill you and your family!"
"Get on your knees, you pray to God that I don't change my mind!”

'Cause inside, there's a gun that's loaded
And that gun's always itching to be fired
I had my finger on it
I had my finger on it
To pull the trigger, problem solved and walk out pure as wine
Had I learned to bite the bullet
Had I known my place in line
I had my finger on it
I had my finger on it
And then I pulled it, I was charred enough to change my mind