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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

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I Am Every Dead Thing
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