Running From the Reaper - A Final Destination Love Letter

[Verse] Saw it all when my eyes shut down A flash a burn a scream a sound The black car the red light the shattered glass rain The world cracked open and swallowed what remained [Chorus] Running running from the reaper’s hand Fingers closing like a noose in the sand It’s coming for us it’s calling my breath We’re all just corpses running from death [Verse 2] Every breath a ticking clock in my chest The faces I see all marked all blessed They laugh they drink they live they fight But I see them all buried tonight [Prechorus] It’s a curse it’s a gift It’s a blade it’s a rift [Chorus] Running running from the reaper’s hand Fingers closing like a noose in the sand It’s coming for us it’s calling my breath We’re all just corpses running from death [Bridge] How do you fight what you can’t touch How do you stop the wheel’s slow crush Every scream every plea just feeds the fire The rope tightens the stakes climb higher Oh (Bridge) [Spoken word, eerie tone, whispered delivery]: In death, there are no accidents, no coincidences, no mishaps, and no escapes. Every single move we make—from the mundane to the monumental... it's all part of Death's sadistic design. The risk of cheating the plan, of disrespecting the design... could initiate a fury that would terrorize even the Grim Reaper. [low-pitched, distorted, reverbed, bit-crushed, whispered, glitched]: And you don’t even want to fuck with that MacDaddy. [Chorus] Running running from the reaper’s hand Fingers closing like a noose in the sand It’s coming for us it’s calling my breath We’re all just corpses running from death (Bridge) [radio static, distorted demonic voice, spoken, dramatic ] Ahahaha...