| Song | Wartorn |
| Artist | Assuck |
| Album | Misery Index |
| These are the debit souls. | |
| Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall. | |
| They play servant to lines in the sane. | |
| They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come. | |
| Wartorn is the unborn, the undead martyr. | |
| The life long crucifixion. |