| Song | The City |
| Artist | The Haunted |
| Album | Unseen |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It's infected, this city's a wasteland | |
| Slow drone reality | |
| Figure heads and scapegoats | |
| Holding back the punch line | |
| To exaggerate just right | |
| We're collecting | |
| IOU's and absent apologies | |
| The unspoken sense of betrayal lingers | |
| Everything is expendable here | |
| Mannequins and advert placements | |
| We leave no mark | |
| No lasting impressions | |
| We decay, we cower | |
| We remain silent victims | |
| We argueWe justify our own demise | |
| Inner test market | |
| We suck up the fumes | |
| Meat, bones and bright ideas | |
| It's all insane |