I throw my stare like loaded dice,
No second thoughts, no rolling twice.
Life grins at me, says “Make it look right,”
Like you were born for the losing fight.
They dress their lies in velvet skin,
Lipstick truths, a deadly grin.
Every bluff is sharp and slow,
A dirty trick in a neon glow.
Pre-Chorus
Shadows talk in every move,
A crooked smile, something to prove.
Masks are real, the stage is steel,
The table’s cold — the stakes are real.
We play our lives like midnight shows,
Fake destiny, fake control.
Some get crowns, some get scars,
Some just burn under falling stars.
Silence screams behind the grin,
Fear wears makeup, drinks it in.
It’s not the fall that breaks your name —
It’s playing safe, not playing the game.
A plastic ace, a holy jack,
Promises written in crack.
Someone burns their wasted lines,
Calls it fate, calls it signs.
We spin like gods in leather skin,
Applause is loud but hollow within.
They watch us bleed, they want it raw,
Front-row saints with nothing but awe.
They say my move’s a loaded threat,
“He’s going all in,” place your bet.
I slow it down, let silence bite,
No backup plan, no second life.
I love the taste of bitter truth,
No alibis, no wasted youth.
Where masks still rule, the venom grows,
Every bluff cracks — nobody knows.
I don’t count loss, I don’t look back,
Just shattered doors and burning tracks.
I laugh where bridges hit the flame,
My name’s the stake — my dream’s the game.
We play our lives like outlaw kings,
Broken halos, angel wings.
No safe roads, no guarantees,
Just gasoline and broken dreams.
Turn the lights up, let them stare,
I place my card — I don’t play fair.
No scream, no shield, no last defense —
I go all in.
No consequence.
No crown is won by standing still,
Just bleeding hearts and iron will.
I don’t need luck, I don’t need fame —
I make the move.
I sign my name.
ITTZBILLY_I
