| Song | Malaise |
| Artist | Thinking Plague |
| Album | In This Life |
| The wheel | |
| I must turn | |
| with the world | |
| does not permit me | |
| my dream | |
| Just the promise | |
| of a life | |
| cushioned | |
| in meaningless possessions | |
| and a ladder | |
| to climb over | |
| my fellow man | |
| Though I've fenced off | |
| the reality | |
| of waste and suffering | |
| I hear | |
| (beyond this sea of houses) | |
| the horrible moans | |
| of all the others | |
| trapped like me |