Always About to Die - Autopsy

Under the sign of a skull faced moon

We rise from abysmal embryotic doom

Existence as torment, yet locked in a grave

A sick fragile cycle from which no one is saved

Made to be feared, this reaping scythe

No one gets out of this world alive

Doomed to the flow of the river of fear

Damned by the day when the reckoning’s here

Suffering through the endless pain

Paranoia drilling brains

Either way we all must perish

Everyone will lose the game

In your sleep or on your knees

Killed in health or by disease

Doom bound train is on your track

Feel your mind about to crack

We are always about to die

We are always about to die

Under the sign of a skull faced moon

We rise from abysmal embryotic doom

Existence as torment, yet locked in a grave

A sick fragile cycle from which no one is saved