| Song | Real Real |
| Artist | Fiction Plane |
| Album | Everything Will Never Be OK |
| Bathing in the sun | |
| Chewed up by some bugs | |
| Tearing through my flesh | |
| I can feel their love | |
| I hope that they are happy | |
| I feed them with my blood | |
| Today they may be rich | |
| But tomorrow comes a flood | |
| Real real real | |
| What are the chances | |
| Someone paid for me to grow up | |
| A mouth without a face | |
| He fights his fights in our back garden | |
| Inside we eat creatures | |
| Our hearts begin to harden | |
| A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don’t need | |
| We give our days to nothing | |
| But we’re not prepared to bleed |
| Bathing in the sun | |
| Chewed up by some bugs | |
| Tearing through my flesh | |
| I can feel their love | |
| I hope that they are happy | |
| I feed them with my blood | |
| Today they may be rich | |
| But tomorrow comes a flood | |
| Real real real | |
| What are the chances | |
| Someone paid for me to grow up | |
| A mouth without a face | |
| He fights his fights in our back garden | |
| Inside we eat creatures | |
| Our hearts begin to harden | |
| A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don' t need | |
| We give our days to nothing | |
| But we' re not prepared to bleed |