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