When you talk about death, all I see is red eyes
Got me questionin', will it be my time
For my soul to leave my body for the day?
Well, I hope not, 'cause my body will fall straight
Down the Empire State with the devil laughin' hard
Flip my card but those odds go away
Then I float back up the building, hella angelic
As somethin' poetic
Now, I'm the one laughin' at his face
You want me to go and accept my fate?
I don't think so 'cause you want me to stay
You ask 'bout death, I got nothin' to say
I shrug it all off and now, you wanna gun me down
And then I duck all the rounds, even when the death clock sounds
I'll be as confident as ever
I don't fear anything, not even a sliver