| Song | Guilt And The Like |
| Artist | Mouth of the Architect |
| Album | Quietly |
| You hands hang like stones, | |
| If you could lift them you'd cover your face. | |
| This is the moment things change. | |
| The moment things would never be the same. | |
| So you writhe you broken limbed leper. | |
| If you were here now, I'd cut you open. | |
| Because I don't want to feel anymore. | |
| I want it all to burn. | |
| This guilt is all seeing, | |
| carrying you home to the shore. | |
| I will use you until the end. | |
| Until the end. |