I Am Every Dead Thing

Feeling Your Cold HandGrip My ShoulderStill I Won't Look BackIt's Not OverChoking On Each BreathDrawn With TerrorNo Shred Of Hope LeftNo SurrenderAgainst This Death I RageI Deny The GraveI Hope They Find Me WithMy Middle Fucking Finger RaisedFleeing From Your FaceBloody BrotherKnowing We're The SameDrags Me UnderThis Is The Way Of All FleshFleeing From Sure FateOn I StumbleDriven By This PainCeaseless StruggleDeath Waits In Each CellClosest RivalBlind Forces CompelTo SurvivalAgainst This Death I RageI Deny The GraveI Hope They Find Me WithMy Middle Fucking Finger RaisedFleeing From Your FaceBloody BrotherKnowing We're The SameDrags Me UnderThis Is The Way Of All FleshEnciphered In This FleshThis Sentence Spells Your Certain Death