| Song | Catamaran |
| Artist | Bear vs. Shark |
| Album | Terrorhawk |
| Got your bones spread out on the dance floor | |
| Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket | |
| Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage | |
| Own the reason that we all are faking it | |
| Scene two got an itchy feeling pets are trapped in | |
| Give the voice a document to photograph those still life images | |
| You can’t make me talk, fire couldn’t make me talk, is any, is any, is any... | |
| You can’t make me talk, fire couldn’t make me talk | |
| They came in, they came in, through the window... | |
| I waited around for this clock for these dirty words | |
| Take hold of my tongue when you're pressing it down | |
| Against the floor of my mouth there’s a pulse in every drop of history | |
| Space is allotted for the questioner | |
| At small things, the smallest things that could ever be stolen | |
| Briefcases hold a piece of this a broken arm, a ratchet hand | |
| Move right to the bushes with a light bulb overhead | |
| You can’t make me talk, fire couldn’t make me talk, is any, is any, is any... | |
| You can’t make me talk, fire couldn’t make me talk | |
| They came in, they came in, through the window... | |
| Bury your knife, bury your knife... |
| Got your bones spread out on the dance floor | |
| Chomping bits on your way to the supermarket | |
| Well respected, well received, the piano and the luggage | |
| Own the reason that we all are faking it | |
| Scene two got an itchy feeling pets are trapped in | |
| Give the voice a document to photograph those still life images | |
| You can' t make me talk, fire couldn' t make me talk, is any, is any, is any... | |
| You can' t make me talk, fire couldn' t make me talk | |
| They came in, they came in, through the window... | |
| I waited around for this clock for these dirty words | |
| Take hold of my tongue when you' re pressing it down | |
| Against the floor of my mouth there' s a pulse in every drop of history | |
| Space is allotted for the questioner | |
| At small things, the smallest things that could ever be stolen | |
| Briefcases hold a piece of this a broken arm, a ratchet hand | |
| Move right to the bushes with a light bulb overhead | |
| You can' t make me talk, fire couldn' t make me talk, is any, is any, is any... | |
| You can' t make me talk, fire couldn' t make me talk | |
| They came in, they came in, through the window... | |
| Bury your knife, bury your knife... |