He never sickens from the fall
the gambler with his gum-ball pride
discards that which matters most to him
or sells it on the side
he's all in
the stupid man, yeah, he's all in
the boxer staggers to the bell
announcing one more round
he doesnt feel the landing blow
that knocks him to the ground
he's all in
the tortured man, yeah, he's all in
It's when the angels on your shoulder
scream of mercy for your kin
and the devils promise paradise
hell-bent on waging sin
you've passed the point of no return
of coming back again
you're all in, yeah you're all in
the path of the disillusioned
though straight is hard to find
it takes a soul that's reached it's depths
it takes a beaten mind
it beckons strong and pulls you in
just like a battle cry
your final act of desperation
standing, raging at the sky
It's when the angels on your shoulder
scream of mercy for your kin
and the devils promise paradise
hell-bent on waging sin
you've passed the point of no return
of coming back again
