All In Gone -1

twd189
2 days agoAria s1
[Intro] (Quiet casino ambiance: distant slot machines, muffled chatter, then a single mournful guitar riff fades in) [Verse 1] Felt the dice run hot, beneath the neon glare Stacked my chips up high, breathed that smoky air Whispered "Lady Luck," laid my future on the line One more turn of card, make this fortune mine But the wheel spun slow, watched the red queen fall Heard the croupier call, "No more bets at all" Felt that hollow dread, creepin' in my bones As my final stack vanished, left me all alone [Chorus] All in gone, yeah, everything I had Rolled the dice on life, ended up so bad The house always wins, that's the bitter truth Lost my money, lost my home, lost the love of youth Just the jingle in my pocket, echoes of the spin Paid the highest price, to let the darkness in All in gone... all in gone... [Verse 2] Traded in the car keys, for a handful of dreams Pawned the wedding band, by the dealer's gleams Promises I whispered, turned to empty air Left her standin' cryin', on the cold front stair Now the dawn breaks dirty, on this empty street Nothin' in my pockets, nothin' left to eat Just the taste of whiskey, and the dealer's grin And the hollow echo, of the mess I'm in [Chorus] All in gone, yeah, everything I had Rolled the dice on life, ended up so bad The house always wins, that's the bitter truth Lost my money, lost my home, lost the love of youth Just the jingle in my pocket, echoes of the spin Paid the highest price, to let the darkness in All in gone... all in gone... [Bridge] Wasn't just the dollars, wasn't just the gold Traded self-respect, for a story to be told Of the fool who doubled down, on a losing hand Left with empty pockets, and this shifting sand Beneath my feet... [Guitar Solo] (Slow, bluesy guitar solo conveying despair and regret, building slightly then fading back) [Chorus] All in gone, yeah, everything I had Rolled the dice on life, ended up so bad The house always wins, that's the bitter truth Lost my money, lost my home, lost the love of youth Just the jingle in my pocket, echoes of the spin Paid the highest price, to let the darkness in All in gone... all in gone... [Outro] (Repeat "All in gone..." softly, fading out. Guitar riff becomes sparse and mournful. Faint sound of a single slot machine spinning and stopping on nothing, then silence).