| Song | Late Night Faith Healer |
| Artist | Martyr AD |
| Album | On Earth as It Is in Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Another passing moment | |
| Another dead cliché | |
| Another jaw closes | |
| Around my throat today | |
| I remember what I told you | |
| But I can't remember why | |
| How we always ruin our only chance | |
| How we're waiting here to die | |
| I'll peel off my skin | |
| Beneath an empty sky | |
| I'll laugh my life away | |
| And give up one more time | |
| Another murdered minute | |
| An hour put to rest | |
| An allotment of time given up | |
| To sit and wait for death | |
| I remember what I told you | |
| I could've sworn that you were deaf | |
| How everything takes a piece of me | |
| How now there's nothing left | |
| Nothing fucking left | |
| I don't believe in miracles anymore | |
| I can't believe in miracles anymore |
| Another passing moment | |
| Another dead cliche | |
| Another jaw closes | |
| Around my throat today | |
| I remember what I told you | |
| But I can' t remember why | |
| How we always ruin our only chance | |
| How we' re waiting here to die | |
| I' ll peel off my skin | |
| Beneath an empty sky | |
| I' ll laugh my life away | |
| And give up one more time | |
| Another murdered minute | |
| An hour put to rest | |
| An allotment of time given up | |
| To sit and wait for death | |
| I remember what I told you | |
| I could' ve sworn that you were deaf | |
| How everything takes a piece of me | |
| How now there' s nothing left | |
| Nothing fucking left | |
| I don' t believe in miracles anymore | |
| I can' t believe in miracles anymore |
| Another passing moment | |
| Another dead cliché | |
| Another jaw closes | |
| Around my throat today | |
| I remember what I told you | |
| But I can' t remember why | |
| How we always ruin our only chance | |
| How we' re waiting here to die | |
| I' ll peel off my skin | |
| Beneath an empty sky | |
| I' ll laugh my life away | |
| And give up one more time | |
| Another murdered minute | |
| An hour put to rest | |
| An allotment of time given up | |
| To sit and wait for death | |
| I remember what I told you | |
| I could' ve sworn that you were deaf | |
| How everything takes a piece of me | |
| How now there' s nothing left | |
| Nothing fucking left | |
| I don' t believe in miracles anymore | |
| I can' t believe in miracles anymore |