| Song | Trip the Landmine |
| Artist | Trenches |
| Album | Songs from the Penalty Box, Vol. 7 |
| Lost among the fever | |
| All I can do to keep myself awake | |
| Walls around the center | |
| We’re running out of time | |
| To make these cities move | |
| As the water drips from my brow | |
| I know I am dreaming | |
| I walk around it, I'm only dreaming | |
| Bring it down | |
| Bleed and I burn, walk away | |
| Focusing the lens | |
| Around your faceless abundances | |
| I bleed I bleed I burn this time | |
| I Sink the burden | |
| Raise your fingers | |
| Trip the landmine |
| Lost among the fever | |
| All I can do to keep myself awake | |
| Walls around the center | |
| We' re running out of time | |
| To make these cities move | |
| As the water drips from my brow | |
| I know I am dreaming | |
| I walk around it, I' m only dreaming | |
| Bring it down | |
| Bleed and I burn, walk away | |
| Focusing the lens | |
| Around your faceless abundances | |
| I bleed I bleed I burn this time | |
| I Sink the burden | |
| Raise your fingers | |
| Trip the landmine |