| Song | Breed the Cancer |
| Artist | The Red Chord |
| Album | Fused Together in Revolving Doors |
| Festering stench in the air - rotten. | |
| The black and filth all around - breeds. | |
| The masses breed this cloud that is slowly blackening our lungs. | |
| The ashes cinchur and slowly destroy, turning the pink flesh to rot. | |
| The rot, stench and filth slowly bring decay. | |
| Resurrect yourself. | |
| You have become a slave to nicotine. | |
| Yellow stains on pink flesh, every time you spark it up. | |
| You are but a slave. | |
| You are forever a slave. |