Eerily waiting for that Knight's gun to trigger
Totally surrounded by etheric gun powder
Dying by hand grenade or a shot gun
Both glaring at me, which way to run
Bullet now staring me in the face
I can no longer stand this oppression
Wonder if he'll leave a mark and a trace
My next life seed is nearly sown
Shall I end it first & cheat those murderers
I never signed up for such a tragic end
Too late the shot is already blown
Must say goodbye now I'm at my bitter end