I crave a conversation soul to soul
For the determining factor to see who’s in control
What I have hidden up my sleeve and I don’t want you to know
Is that I’m a ticking time bomb about to explode
Tick tick tick, lickety split
Times running out
To rewrite the script
Give me my prize, give me my win
No matter the outcome of the wheel that I spin
Answer the riddle
Come take a ride
While keeping in context, that the soul’s what’s inside