| Song | Love Judge |
| Artist | Tingsek |
| Artist | Ebrahim |
| Artist | The Slakadeliqs |
| Album | The Other Side of Tomorrow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Gone – Seven shakes of tail for three is one, five for none | |
| Crying on cedar falls to spy old friends gone | |
| But you were never one who'd take my call | |
| After I've run and left you out on the floor in the hall | |
| And yet you stay | |
| You should have risen | |
| You should have thought to take shape | |
| You should have told me I was done forever | |
| Cowrie shells and soft light | |
| A trip will make my sins right | |
| For my love | |
| Rise up and stand for nothing | |
| Phoenix shining on your eye | |
| My hand tasting of my fondness for you | |
| Scraping away your face | |
| Worthless beggar | |
| Status without authority | |
| Ration your right to liberty | |
| Free will is always at risk under tyrants | |
| Focus skewed to see through | |
| Patch up and rebuild | |
| Cowrie shells and soft light | |
| A trip will make my sins right | |
| For you, my love |
| Gone Seven shakes of tail for three is one, five for none | |
| Crying on cedar falls to spy old friends gone | |
| But you were never one who' d take my call | |
| After I' ve run and left you out on the floor in the hall | |
| And yet you stay | |
| You should have risen | |
| You should have thought to take shape | |
| You should have told me I was done forever | |
| Cowrie shells and soft light | |
| A trip will make my sins right | |
| For my love | |
| Rise up and stand for nothing | |
| Phoenix shining on your eye | |
| My hand tasting of my fondness for you | |
| Scraping away your face | |
| Worthless beggar | |
| Status without authority | |
| Ration your right to liberty | |
| Free will is always at risk under tyrants | |
| Focus skewed to see through | |
| Patch up and rebuild | |
| Cowrie shells and soft light | |
| A trip will make my sins right | |
| For you, my love |
| Gone Seven shakes of tail for three is one, five for none | |
| Crying on cedar falls to spy old friends gone | |
| But you were never one who' d take my call | |
| After I' ve run and left you out on the floor in the hall | |
| And yet you stay | |
| You should have risen | |
| You should have thought to take shape | |
| You should have told me I was done forever | |
| Cowrie shells and soft light | |
| A trip will make my sins right | |
| For my love | |
| Rise up and stand for nothing | |
| Phoenix shining on your eye | |
| My hand tasting of my fondness for you | |
| Scraping away your face | |
| Worthless beggar | |
| Status without authority | |
| Ration your right to liberty | |
| Free will is always at risk under tyrants | |
| Focus skewed to see through | |
| Patch up and rebuild | |
| Cowrie shells and soft light | |
| A trip will make my sins right | |
| For you, my love |