| Song | Impending Dread |
| Artist | Autopsy |
| Album | Severed Survival |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cutler, Reifert | |
| Hellish noises follow you | |
| The world is closing in you're sensing doom | |
| Footsteps dragging heavily | |
| Not ready to meet eternity | |
| Blind man following close behind | |
| Begging you to spare a dime | |
| But you know he wants you dead | |
| As you shove your fingers into his head | |
| Eyesockets penetrated by your hand | |
| Inncoent blood is spill | |
| But you have stopped his plan | |
| Running fast to escape | |
| The scream of sirens call your name | |
| Bloody corpse left on the street | |
| Police pig vomits uncontrolably | |
| See the old woman from the corner of your eye | |
| Why does she want to make you die? | |
| End it fast with a knife in her gut | |
| Better to spill hers insead of your blood | |
| Hear her gasping as you flee | |
| Impending dread, you will never be free |
| zuo qu : Cutler, Reifert | |
| Hellish noises follow you | |
| The world is closing in you' re sensing doom | |
| Footsteps dragging heavily | |
| Not ready to meet eternity | |
| Blind man following close behind | |
| Begging you to spare a dime | |
| But you know he wants you dead | |
| As you shove your fingers into his head | |
| Eyesockets penetrated by your hand | |
| Inncoent blood is spill | |
| But you have stopped his plan | |
| Running fast to escape | |
| The scream of sirens call your name | |
| Bloody corpse left on the street | |
| Police pig vomits uncontrolably | |
| See the old woman from the corner of your eye | |
| Why does she want to make you die? | |
| End it fast with a knife in her gut | |
| Better to spill hers insead of your blood | |
| Hear her gasping as you flee | |
| Impending dread, you will never be free |
| zuò qǔ : Cutler, Reifert | |
| Hellish noises follow you | |
| The world is closing in you' re sensing doom | |
| Footsteps dragging heavily | |
| Not ready to meet eternity | |
| Blind man following close behind | |
| Begging you to spare a dime | |
| But you know he wants you dead | |
| As you shove your fingers into his head | |
| Eyesockets penetrated by your hand | |
| Inncoent blood is spill | |
| But you have stopped his plan | |
| Running fast to escape | |
| The scream of sirens call your name | |
| Bloody corpse left on the street | |
| Police pig vomits uncontrolably | |
| See the old woman from the corner of your eye | |
| Why does she want to make you die? | |
| End it fast with a knife in her gut | |
| Better to spill hers insead of your blood | |
| Hear her gasping as you flee | |
| Impending dread, you will never be free |