| Song | Ensemble suicide |
| Artist | Blackbird Raum |
| Album | Under The Starling Host |
| burning down the days, let me count the ways | |
| calling up the waste, so what the fuck | |
| the breath of the beast is haze and smog, security cameras for eyes and all | |
| winding rows of teeth growing sharper still eating the flesh of hours | |
| cash in the cockle shells | |
| bite the copper coin and run | |
| im stealing back | |
| a ragged gash worn smooth swollen shut | |
| im stealing back | |
| and padlock held you can't go back the way you came | |
| If I could make them run I'd run them |