| Song | Danse Macabre |
| Artist | Wintersleep |
| Album | (untitled) |
| all my friends are skeletonsdulcimers and chariotsprayers to | |
| God, oh prayers to | |
| Godhammers for our hollowed headsoh you had such big, big plansswallowed all your vitaminswore your poems like a scarwhat ever happened to them?was | |
| I sleeping all this time?was my shadow ever mine? |