Send More Paramedics - I Am Every Dead Thing lyrics

Feeling Your Cold Hand

Grip My Shoulder

Still I Won't Look Back

It's Not Over

Choking On Each Breath

Drawn With Terror

No Shred Of Hope Left

No Surrender

Against This Death I Rage

I Deny The Grave

I Hope They Find Me With

My Middle Fucking Finger Raised

Fleeing From Your Face

Bloody Brother

Knowing We're The Same

Drags Me Under

This Is The Way Of All Flesh

Fleeing From Sure Fate

On I Stumble

Driven By This Pain

Ceaseless Struggle

Death Waits In Each Cell

Closest Rival

Blind Forces Compel

To Survival

Against This Death I Rage

I Deny The Grave

I Hope They Find Me With

My Middle Fucking Finger Raised

Fleeing From Your Face

Bloody Brother

Knowing We're The Same

Drags Me Under

This Is The Way Of All Flesh

Enciphered In This Flesh

This Sentence Spells Your Certain Death