| Song | Mark the Day |
| Artist | Laura |
| Album | Twelve Hundred Times |
| me and my boy, we've been on the road, and i taste ash | |
| my sword, my tongue, no stars, no sympathy | |
| so mark my words, i will not be told how you feel | |
| i don't trust you any more than i trust my self | |
| burn the day | |
| these three things can't be held in two hands, but never mind all that | |
| ghost life, coast by, i'm on top of everything tonight | |
| gold dust turns to glue in your throat, so elegantly choke | |
| you beat this rap, but you'll still get it in the neck | |
| burn the day |
| me and my boy, we' ve been on the road, and i taste ash | |
| my sword, my tongue, no stars, no sympathy | |
| so mark my words, i will not be told how you feel | |
| i don' t trust you any more than i trust my self | |
| burn the day | |
| these three things can' t be held in two hands, but never mind all that | |
| ghost life, coast by, i' m on top of everything tonight | |
| gold dust turns to glue in your throat, so elegantly choke | |
| you beat this rap, but you' ll still get it in the neck | |
| burn the day |