| Song | Words Became Untruth |
| Artist | Hatebreed |
| Album | Hatebreed |
| The man drifting seeks poison and promise | |
| A threat to all, mostly to himself | |
| Hearing voices from the great beyond | |
| Now only he can dig himself out | |
| Eyes red, wrists cut | |
| Reaching out but not from heaven | |
| Soul black, head fucked | |
| Hell’s existence isn’t numb | |
| You can’t keep him from the bottom | |
| Where the dwelling begins | |
| Once capable and caring | |
| Now in perils seductive grip | |
| His mournful cries are pitiful | |
| Sung to dying skies with no stars | |
| Now his letter’s kept inside a flame | |
| Those who read only know the burning | |
| Eyes red, wrists cut | |
| Reaching out but not from heaven | |
| Soul black, heart fucked | |
| Hells existence isn’t numb | |
| Mouth sewn, hands bound | |
| But do you cease the torment | |
| Skin cold, failed unknown | |
| Scream until the blood fill your lung | |
| Yeah, now you’re a threat | |
| But only to yourself | |
| Yeah, now you’re a threat | |
| To your own tomorrow | |
| All your words became... | |
| All your words became... | |
| All your words became... | |
| Untruth! |
| The man drifting seeks poison and promise | |
| A threat to all, mostly to himself | |
| Hearing voices from the great beyond | |
| Now only he can dig himself out | |
| Eyes red, wrists cut | |
| Reaching out but not from heaven | |
| Soul black, head fucked | |
| Hell' s existence isn' t numb | |
| You can' t keep him from the bottom | |
| Where the dwelling begins | |
| Once capable and caring | |
| Now in perils seductive grip | |
| His mournful cries are pitiful | |
| Sung to dying skies with no stars | |
| Now his letter' s kept inside a flame | |
| Those who read only know the burning | |
| Eyes red, wrists cut | |
| Reaching out but not from heaven | |
| Soul black, heart fucked | |
| Hells existence isn' t numb | |
| Mouth sewn, hands bound | |
| But do you cease the torment | |
| Skin cold, failed unknown | |
| Scream until the blood fill your lung | |
| Yeah, now you' re a threat | |
| But only to yourself | |
| Yeah, now you' re a threat | |
| To your own tomorrow | |
| All your words became... | |
| All your words became... | |
| All your words became... | |
| Untruth! |