| Song | Fact Leaves Its Ghost |
| Artist | Converge |
| Album | Caring and Killing |
| I will not be part of your rusting machine, | |
| I will not burn as your fuel. | |
| You are the one drowning in your conviction. | |
| I am not host to them. | |
| You call it your right. | |
| I call it your weakness. | |
| The wound won't clot until the blood stops. it has to stop. |