| Song | Thought Crime Spree |
| Artist | Pig Destroyer |
| Album | Phantom Limb |
| Increase the dose diminish the high | |
| A smile is a pipe dream suffering aged like wine | |
| Aged like wine | |
| Coughing up blood | |
| With my mind on fire | |
| Juggling switchblades on a high | |
| Tension wire | |
| I don't have any scars | |
| Only dormant wounds | |
| That crack like fault lines | |
| I only have | |
| Five thoughts anymore | |
| And four of them | |
| Are of you | |
| Body bursts and leaks | |
| Like a trash bag | |
| Into the gutter | |
| And the grave | |
| And the grave |