| Song | To the Garish Remembrance of Failure |
| Artist | Minsk |
| Album | The Crash and the Draw |
| Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego | |
| Forced into freedom while blind to its wisdom | |
| The monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within | |
| Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be | |
| Chasing a never ending ending, neglecting the now | |
| Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego | |
| A seething retreating | |
| Left to rot in the nether, rejecting the never | |
| Monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within | |
| You have not arrived, and you are blind | |
| The stream hidden ‘neath the rose, hidden ‘neath the hollowed oak | |
| Winds carry the dust of fossilized dreams | |
| But they are blind | |
| The child of the union, the lesser stone | |
| Leaving the inner eye to guide, regret we leave you to die | |
| Be not blind | |
| Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be | |
| At the foot of the hill, a sacrifice made | |
| To the garish remembrance of failure | |
| White to green, peel away the sterile sheen | |
| Blessed separation, the ending of the masquerade |
| Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego | |
| Forced into freedom while blind to its wisdom | |
| The monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within | |
| Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be | |
| Chasing a never ending ending, neglecting the now | |
| Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego | |
| A seething retreating | |
| Left to rot in the nether, rejecting the never | |
| Monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within | |
| You have not arrived, and you are blind | |
| The stream hidden ' neath the rose, hidden ' neath the hollowed oak | |
| Winds carry the dust of fossilized dreams | |
| But they are blind | |
| The child of the union, the lesser stone | |
| Leaving the inner eye to guide, regret we leave you to die | |
| Be not blind | |
| Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be | |
| At the foot of the hill, a sacrifice made | |
| To the garish remembrance of failure | |
| White to green, peel away the sterile sheen | |
| Blessed separation, the ending of the masquerade |