| Song | White Sand |
| Artist | Pig Destroyer |
| Album | Painter Of Dead Girls |
| Like a rabbit drowning in quicksand | |
| I say as i try to imagine the death whisper | |
| Of your heart dissolving through my cupped hands | |
| Ambushed by assassins in my blind spot | |
| I couldn't recover in time to save a sleeping child | |
| From being pulled in by a silent tide |