Who can tell
Your livin is an organized hell
The mansion of your mind just an oversized cell
The pressure
Everythin is done to a measure
In the sea of competition sunk like a treasure
Like a feather fallin slow
Spiraling to the floor
Strung up like a broken violin to your course
Opportunity is knockin at your door
But you never left a welcome mat (it doesn't matter anymore)
Or anyhow but you're too late to turn back
Fate pushin you into the wall like a thumbtack
Aint no comebacks in this game of life
Roll the dice again
Roll it once, never twice