| Song | Cheerleader Corpses |
| Artist | Pig Destroyer |
| Album | Prowler In the Yard |
| Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling, the arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage. | |
| These pills | |
| I take in the witching hour. | |
| I imagine | |
| I am swallowing you. |