Death Will Be What Kills Us - Strike Master

Things are turning for the worst

Death is what killed our unborn child

We don’t chose or day of birth, neither choose our way of dying

Escaping from reality to fade in to oblivion

Things are turning for the worst

Worse than casket needs a corpse

Disillusion´s automatic, massive graves grow systematic

Fighting against nature not to be another helpless outcast

Death, death will be what kill´s us

Death, death will be what kill´s us

Death, death will be what kill´s us

Death, death will be what kill´s us

Things are turning to an end

Delivering a good looking corpse

Accepting finalization, taking it as compensation

We were dead since our very embryonic transformation!