| Song | Dying Time Crawls |
| Artist | Adrenicide |
| Album | Natural Born Thrashers |
| Straight-jacket so tight | |
| In bite the straps | |
| Broke on the inside | |
| Fragile heart strings snap | |
| Finished with this life | |
| Should've been born dead | |
| Denied dignity | |
| Blow a hole in your head | |
| Mind is a prison | |
| Without locks or bars | |
| At war with yourself | |
| Mental coup d'etat | |
| Leaves scares | |
| In this room so white | |
| Everything so black | |
| Prozal world so small | |
| There's no turning back | |
| Never changing Hell | |
| World within four walls | |
| Your soul destroyed | |
| As dying time crawls |