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