| Song | The Bullet Never Lies, And Time Will Prove All Things (An allegory of unfaithful jerusalem) |
| Artist | The Chariot |
| Album | Before There Was |
| "Well then, I hope that you recieve this letter. I passed by and I saw you. Kicking about in your own blood. Stand, form, grow, are the words I spoke. Promises are what I gave." | |
| Diamonds. | |
| Beautiful queen. | |
| How soon we all forget. "Like mother, like daughter." | |
| The seas of lament have found their home, dancing around, amongst your bones. | |
| Hello America, where is your fortune? | |
| Grace. |