| Song | Scouring the Wreckage |
| Artist | Pig Destroyer |
| Album | 38 Counts of Battery |
| Uncertainty demands attention like a middle child | |
| And narrows focus like a bone | |
| Saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges | |
| And once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled | |
| It transcends our childish concepts of control | |
| And becomes something that simply is |