Elmolution discussion

I'm a wicked old soul
Nowhere left to go
At the beck and call of the man on the radio
Raise a glass for the empty-hearted
Too far gone to know when it started
A shark of the cards never shows his hand
And the same's still true when you have these claws and fangs
So don't think you can bring my walls down
I drank my fill and in that I'm sure to drown