| Song | Terrifyer |
| Artist | Pig Destroyer |
| Album | Terrifyer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| These strange thorned vines | |
| spring from the ground | |
| they wind around me | |
| as they bind me down | |
| She moves across the rosegarden | |
| suspended in a dark cloud of flies | |
| Her toes drag | |
| the tops of the flowers | |
| and leave them blackened | |
| and shriveled | |
| In her wake | |
| Her hands dangle from thin strings of skin | |
| her forearms they're like gun barrels smoking crimson |