| Song | Sunday's Words |
| Artist | Caliban |
| Album | The Split Program |
| What can ever bloom again, when the power to live is missing, dryness sows hate inside of my heart. | |
| Fading lust, a flower made of stone, forgotten in being. | |
| Broken of life, disintegrated of illusion. | |
| The dread lets me feel the force of love, to refuse my power, I hate the thirst of love. | |
| It will judge me, judge me until death. | |
| Sunday means flesh. |