The Pale Horse

The sun drops from the sky
Don’t even need a reason why
Tell me when you want to die
Blacked eyes staring hard
Finished with a deck of cards
Ready when you want to draw
Bullet punched through the head
Splattered road, paint it red
Better slinger' wins, you’re dead
Undertaker stitches you
Nails you in a coffin too
Blown away, i’ll see you soon
Death rides a pale horse
It doesn’t bother me
I’ll rule the west
Nobody’s faster than me
Another product of a sick society