I Am Every Dead Thing Lyrics - Send More Paramedics

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