| Song | A Pavement Of Good Intentions |
| Artist | The Famine |
| Album | The Architects of Guilt |
| Show yourself for what you are; pathetic scum, pernicious fool. | |
| It’s best just not to fight it, wait for the curtain call. | |
| If one dose makes it better, try ten to end it all. | |
| Snake oil held up in lanterns, the lighting suits you well. | |
| Pavement of good intentions still leads you straight to hell. | |
| Make yourself sick, gorge on the sound, just be aware it is soon coming down. | |
| A canon of proportion, focused but out of frame. | |
| Here is the revelation; we are all just the same. | |
| Damned to repeat the past, chasing our tails in vain. | |
| Show yourself for what you are; pathetic scum, pernicious fool. | |
| The stunning revelation, the hope to soon become a meager, ever-willing prodigal bastard son. | |
| Stunning displays of malice, you’ll get what you deserve. | |
| An ugly truth that there are some things you can’t unlearn. | |
| Make yourself sick, gorge on the sound, just be aware it is soon coming down. | |
| A canon of proportions, focused but out of frame. | |
| Here is the revelation: we are all just the same. | |
| Damned to repeat the past, chasing our tails in vain. | |
| Here is the gruesome truth; I’m just as awful as you. | |
| Wretched, conniving, spiteful, wrong. | |
| Make yourself sick, gorge on the sound, just be aware it is soon coming down. | |
| A canon of proportions, focused but out of frame. | |
| Here is the revelation: we are all just the same. | |
| Damned to repeat the past, chasing our tails in vain. |
| Show yourself for what you are pathetic scum, pernicious fool. | |
| It' s best just not to fight it, wait for the curtain call. | |
| If one dose makes it better, try ten to end it all. | |
| Snake oil held up in lanterns, the lighting suits you well. | |
| Pavement of good intentions still leads you straight to hell. | |
| Make yourself sick, gorge on the sound, just be aware it is soon coming down. | |
| A canon of proportion, focused but out of frame. | |
| Here is the revelation we are all just the same. | |
| Damned to repeat the past, chasing our tails in vain. | |
| Show yourself for what you are pathetic scum, pernicious fool. | |
| The stunning revelation, the hope to soon become a meager, everwilling prodigal bastard son. | |
| Stunning displays of malice, you' ll get what you deserve. | |
| An ugly truth that there are some things you can' t unlearn. | |
| Make yourself sick, gorge on the sound, just be aware it is soon coming down. | |
| A canon of proportions, focused but out of frame. | |
| Here is the revelation: we are all just the same. | |
| Damned to repeat the past, chasing our tails in vain. | |
| Here is the gruesome truth I' m just as awful as you. | |
| Wretched, conniving, spiteful, wrong. | |
| Make yourself sick, gorge on the sound, just be aware it is soon coming down. | |
| A canon of proportions, focused but out of frame. | |
| Here is the revelation: we are all just the same. | |
| Damned to repeat the past, chasing our tails in vain. |