| Song | Dustbins of History |
| Artist | The International Noise Conspiracy |
| Album | The Cross of My Calling |
| Like the precision of a stutter. | |
| And the comfort of being drowned. | |
| Do we need more ammunition. | |
| Than just one look around. | |
| No comfort in isolation. | |
| Just reminders of what’s wrong. | |
| And still we sit here hoping. | |
| For something to come along. | |
| I want you to know that we’re gonna bleed. | |
| Into the dustbins of history. | |
| And I can’t see why you wanna be. | |
| In the dustbins of history. | |
| In the margins of existence. | |
| While life is passing by. | |
| I’ve heard all the excuses. | |
| Of someone afraid to try. | |
| No courage in resignation. | |
| Just acceptance of the facts. | |
| And still you sit there hoping. | |
| For something to save your back. | |
| I want you to know that we’re gonna bleed. | |
| Into the dustbins of history. | |
| And I can’t see why you wanna be. | |
| In the dustbins of history. | |
| I don’t wanna stay but | |
| I can’t leave. | |
| I want you to know that we’re gonna bleed. | |
| Into the dustbins of history. | |
| I want you to know that we’re gonna bleed. | |
| Into the dustbins of history. | |
| And I can’t see why you wanna be. | |
| In the dustbins of history. | |
| I don’t wanna stay but | |
| I can’t leave. | |
| I want you to know that we’re gonna bleed. | |
| Into the dustbins of history. |
| Like the precision of a stutter. | |
| And the comfort of being drowned. | |
| Do we need more ammunition. | |
| Than just one look around. | |
| No comfort in isolation. | |
| Just reminders of what' s wrong. | |
| And still we sit here hoping. | |
| For something to come along. | |
| I want you to know that we' re gonna bleed. | |
| Into the dustbins of history. | |
| And I can' t see why you wanna be. | |
| In the dustbins of history. | |
| In the margins of existence. | |
| While life is passing by. | |
| I' ve heard all the excuses. | |
| Of someone afraid to try. | |
| No courage in resignation. | |
| Just acceptance of the facts. | |
| And still you sit there hoping. | |
| For something to save your back. | |
| I want you to know that we' re gonna bleed. | |
| Into the dustbins of history. | |
| And I can' t see why you wanna be. | |
| In the dustbins of history. | |
| I don' t wanna stay but | |
| I can' t leave. | |
| I want you to know that we' re gonna bleed. | |
| Into the dustbins of history. | |
| I want you to know that we' re gonna bleed. | |
| Into the dustbins of history. | |
| And I can' t see why you wanna be. | |
| In the dustbins of history. | |
| I don' t wanna stay but | |
| I can' t leave. | |
| I want you to know that we' re gonna bleed. | |
| Into the dustbins of history. |