| Song | Lithographs |
| Artist | Assuck |
| Album | Misery Index |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Enumerate the nameless and the unarticulated. | |
| Falsify their saintliness and chisel them into stone. | |
| From the distance | |
| I can hear your silence and | |
| I beg you not to fall into this snare. | |
| Of the many things worthy of dying there are none worthy of killing. | |
| Read what is hidden behind the paper, color and tears. | |
| They are double edged. | |
| Here every life given is adorned with the guilt of a life stolen from another child that cries for a loved one they never knew. |