Letra de Always About to Die
Under the sign of a skull-faced moon We rise from abysmal embryonic doom Existence as torment, yet locked in a grave A sick, fragile cycle from which no one is savedMade to be feared, this reaping scythe No one gets out of this world alive Oh, no Doomed to the flow of the river of fear Damned by the day when the reckoning's here Oh, fuckSuffering through the endless pain Paranoia drilling brains Either way, we all must perish Everyone will lose the gameIn your sleep or on your knees Killed in health or by disease Doom-bound train is on your track Feel your mind about to crackWe are always about to die We are always about to dieUnder the sign of a skull-faced moon We rise from abysmal embryonic doom Existence as torment, yet locked in a grave A sick, fragile cycle, from which no one is saved