| Song | Engulfed In Lethargy |
| Artist | Wretched |
| Album | Cannibal |
| This human breed is far too tame and thinks that it’s one of a kind | |
| My compassion is dying, needs antibiotics, advancing rapidly | |
| Socialized to the teeth, but never in person we meet | |
| On a digital interface, slowly with time our limbs are rendered useless | |
| Just a trunk, towering, high and dotted | |
| High and dotted with fingertips | |
| One orifice for all activities; one chamber for any intelligence | |
| All emotion will be under scrutinous watch | |
| Chemicals will let us feel and the feeling is toxic | |
| Chemicals will let us feel and the feeling is toxic | |
| Constant fucking noise! Conjure the silence | |
| It’s awkward just like my first taste of beer | |
| Composition of our bodies collide, and the flesh sours breeding new milk | |
| New pools to fester, new drool to record | |
| Our exit is unpredictable, throwing these seeds to the wind |
| This human breed is far too tame and thinks that it' s one of a kind | |
| My compassion is dying, needs antibiotics, advancing rapidly | |
| Socialized to the teeth, but never in person we meet | |
| On a digital interface, slowly with time our limbs are rendered useless | |
| Just a trunk, towering, high and dotted | |
| High and dotted with fingertips | |
| One orifice for all activities one chamber for any intelligence | |
| All emotion will be under scrutinous watch | |
| Chemicals will let us feel and the feeling is toxic | |
| Chemicals will let us feel and the feeling is toxic | |
| Constant fucking noise! Conjure the silence | |
| It' s awkward just like my first taste of beer | |
| Composition of our bodies collide, and the flesh sours breeding new milk | |
| New pools to fester, new drool to record | |
| Our exit is unpredictable, throwing these seeds to the wind |