11:34 by Stillborn Condition 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!