| Song | Lost |
| Artist | Devil Driver |
| Album | Beast |
| Eat your inners, choke on your tongue | |
| Rip off your flesh, be gone | |
| Gouge eyes, drown in your spit | |
| Self-loathing son of a bitch - | |
| That's itWho needs friends when | |
| I've got these meds | |
| And I know where the trouble stems | |
| Who thinks it's all set to fail ? | |
| This is not the case | |
| Punch the numbers, push the button | |
| Keep life living... | |
| EscapePunch the numbers, push the button | |
| Keep life living... | |
| EscapeWhen justice meets revenge | |
| There's much to ascertain | |
| After the trigger is pulled... | |
| Fools... All learn it the hard way | |
| Lost (Amputate/Dismember) | |
| Lost (Tank treads and train tracks) | |
| Pull your | |
| Hair out, eat poison | |
| Jump from that window | |
| Scratch your eyes out, fall down stairs | |
| Just fucking die though | |
| Who needs friends when | |
| I've got these meds | |
| And I know where the trouble stems | |
| Who thinks it's all set to fail ? | |
| This is not the case | |
| Concern is not your care | |
| Shovel to the back, to the back of your head | |
| Stare down this frozen glare | |
| Nothing to fear, | |
| NothingNothing ! | |
| Lost (Amputate/Dismember) |
| Eat your inners, choke on your tongue | |
| Rip off your flesh, be gone | |
| Gouge eyes, drown in your spit | |
| Selfloathing son of a bitch | |
| That' s itWho needs friends when | |
| I' ve got these meds | |
| And I know where the trouble stems | |
| Who thinks it' s all set to fail ? | |
| This is not the case | |
| Punch the numbers, push the button | |
| Keep life living... | |
| EscapePunch the numbers, push the button | |
| Keep life living... | |
| EscapeWhen justice meets revenge | |
| There' s much to ascertain | |
| After the trigger is pulled... | |
| Fools... All learn it the hard way | |
| Lost Amputate Dismember | |
| Lost Tank treads and train tracks | |
| Pull your | |
| Hair out, eat poison | |
| Jump from that window | |
| Scratch your eyes out, fall down stairs | |
| Just fucking die though | |
| Who needs friends when | |
| I' ve got these meds | |
| And I know where the trouble stems | |
| Who thinks it' s all set to fail ? | |
| This is not the case | |
| Concern is not your care | |
| Shovel to the back, to the back of your head | |
| Stare down this frozen glare | |
| Nothing to fear, | |
| NothingNothing ! | |
| Lost Amputate Dismember |