| Song | False Light |
| Artist | Isis |
| Album | Live 4 - Selections 2001-2005 |
| Come down on me, my sweet angel | |
| Poison milk from that withering breast | |
| Come down on me, my sweet angel | |
| Poison milk from that withering breast | |
| Your mask is drifting | |
| See what writhes beneath | |
| Porcelain grin is cracking, incest to uncoil | |
| Your laugh spreads yawning, black hole formation | |
| Drown and the first real breath takes hold | |
| Washed in a chill so peaceful, sink further | |
| Hold his hand and crush it | |
| The depth of the chasm is infinite | |
| Discover bliss and serenity in drowning |