Odds of Even

Stare in the face of the grim death
Screaming monsters bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are useless in the faze of the mirror
When the mirror is made of my face

This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons

Hide yo heart in yo gut
But for what? (But for what?)
When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow
On death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown

This is the house of death
Where even angels die in the arms of demons
This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons

This is the house of death
Even angels die in the arms of demons

No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even

No-one is exempt from the odds of even
No-one is exempt from the odds of even