| Song | Sacrament |
| Artist | Trenches |
| Album | The Tide Will Swallow Us Whole |
| Sitting in front of the whole assembly | |
| I grow tired and sick | |
| As my lips touch the blood and my teeth the flesh | |
| I have lied again | |
| The lost abandoned | |
| I know, I know, the pain can make you patiently shut down | |
| Sitting in front of the whole assembly | |
| I grow tired and sick | |
| As my lips touch the blood and my teeth the flesh | |
| I have lied again | |
| I wait for you to run | |
| The sinking feeling must be severed |