| Song | I Block |
| Artist | Trash Talk |
| Album | Shame |
| Beneath your streets, we breathe and breed and sleep and eat defeat. | |
| No longer human forms, our bodies bleed from your disease. | |
| We are the damned condemned to walk this awful land. | |
| Deprived of human touch, we feast on tongue and human hand. | |
| My life's in shambles. | |
| My feet are shackled. | |
| I must escape this |