Games Of Death - Melancholy Pessimism

It will catch someone in bed

Someone in a car

Another is catched in a bath

Or in the fire sometimes.

Death doesn’t choose.

She never choose.

From the gun

Or in the loop

It could be a gas

And razor, knife … or another way.

Death doesn’t choose.

She never choose.

It’s only a game

Game of life and death

She will come with scythe

And you are dead.

It’s all the same for death

She never choose.