Stillborn Condition - 11:34 Lyrics

It's coming, it's mocking
The tick of the tock, the clock is taunting
Stalking the appointed hours
No surprise, just random demise
Blood rain, flesh tearing, why so cursed
We all die, callow
Except one last spectator for the horror show

Begging, pleading, kicking, screaming
Laughing, crying as you're dying
Biting, teething, ripping, eating
In the darkness it's feeding

Haunted, anointed
Unlucky, witness alive

Begging, pleading, kicking, screaming
Laughing, crying as you're dying
Biting, teething, ripping, eating
In the darkness it's feeding

Say the word, I'll kill the world
Now it's time to die you cunt

No escape
Escaping fate
No escape