| Song | To Vanish |
| Artist | Stray From The Path |
| Album | Villains |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We all heard it: | |
| Your Collision with the sofa bed | |
| that set off one hundred thousand car alarms. | |
| There's nothing left. | |
| There's nothing left of me. | |
| You're withering away. | |
| You're getting lost in your systematic extraction. | |
| What once was clear, has now disappeared. | |
| And you'll keep playing, | |
| And I'll keep thinking: | |
| 'Hour by hour, hours spent.' | |
| 'Hour by hour, hours spent.' | |
| 'Hour by hour, hours spent.' | |
| It's the type of thing cannot be kissed and made better. |