Aces and eights, baby; all that I own
With this dead man's hand I stumble alone
Face down in the water before I began
Each new day bringing one more last stand
Nothing to lose; drawing closer to death
Gaze deep in your eyes with each strained final breath
You will see within mine a soul finally revealed
Each emotion; each secret; a cold fate now sealed
Those visions you hold of that innocent child
Hidden the intensity of the storm brewing wild
Perceptions; though valid dated; not always true
Chances for redemption now growing few
Throughout this eternity, so, aces and eights I will hold
Without fear; without regret; refusing to fold
The Dead Man's Hand burning deep in each vein
With every new bet; hope shall remain