Lady Death, she sings to me.
A bitter, embracing symphony.
Her lonely sirens dirge,
burns straight to the soul.
 
Slaves to the darkness.
We can't survive.
We'll surely die before we
 feel another sunrise.
 
CHORUS:
Too impossible to comprehend,
this anomalous design.
Life itself is terminal,
nobody gets out alive.
 
The reaper's got your number son.
When everything is said and done,
Why fight for life when you're already dead inside?
 
This consternation,
well it's enough to drive a man insane.
Lacerates the psyche as it,
eats away at the brain.
 
It's comin' around again,
so run as fast as you can.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
Right back where we began.
 
-CHORUS-
 
Why fight for life, when you're already dead?