| Song | Paper Cuts from Paper Butterflies |
| Artist | Au4 |
| Album | On: Audio |
| Sun rise... Let it. | |
| Can't do anything about it. | |
| But you know I would never, | |
| Over these subtle cries, ever admit it. | |
| Love dies deader, | |
| Deader than ever I could ever, | |
| As soon as I, story teller, | |
| Start telling the stories about the ways I die. |