With the Devil I made a deal:
a poker player who can’t feel.
Emotion traded for bluffing,
at this moment I feel nothing.
I don’t got squat, but I’m all in,
with my new skill I’m sure to win.
Satan’s done me a great service,
at this moment I feel nothing.
They thought it was a streak of luck,
I bled those saps for every buck.
At last I’ve found the perfect ploy,
at this moment I feel nothing.
Driving home from my awesome gain,
ahead a car’s stalled in my lane.
I maintain speed and do not veer,
at this moment I feel nothing.