| Song | Windows & Walls |
| Artist | My Vitriol |
| Album | Finelines |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm starting to crave a Kalashnikov | |
| I'm spending my pennies at your thoughts | |
| I'm hearing them all | |
| Through windows and walls | |
| They're pulling the feathers under my wings | |
| They're feeding my anti-anxiety pills | |
| They're making me ill | |
| All of the pills | |
| Are making me ill | |
| Twist me like your smile | |
| So I can hide in here | |
| Safe for a while | |
| And oh, what can you say | |
| The colour photographs are fading away | |
| Oh, what can you do | |
| They've got the lenses on | |
| And staring through you |