| Song | Grime |
| Artist | Aborted |
| Album | Global Flatline |
| A misanthropic vision – apathy is omnipresent... | |
| All I see is a congregation of crud... | |
| A waste of space serving none but my cravings | |
| A delicate selection of the tools of my trade | |
| All shall fall with a thrust of steel | |
| Hammer at hand, blunt force trauma impending | |
| A ritual concoction – with a slight hint of insanity | |
| Your utopic society lies awash, no standards, no morals | |
| Only grime remains – a monument of integrity | |
| Only grime remains | |
| Decrepit and stale, only picturesque remnants of your salivating ignorance | |
| You all stare into a bottomless pit, with a cracking sound I relieve this earth from another piece of shit | |
| A misanthropic vision – apathy is omnipresent... | |
| A waste of space serving none but my cravings | |
| A delicate selection of the tools of my trade | |
| All shall fall with a thrust of steel | |
| Hammer at hand, blunt force trauma impending | |
| Timeless wonder, the moldy scent of blood | |
| Soothing silence, the destruction of your world | |
| Timeless wonder, the omnipresence of death | |
| Soothing silence, the destruction of your world | |
| I just had to destroy something beautiful | |
| Scraping cranial matter, a picturesque view of it all | |
| Is this hysteria? Human nature at its purest form | |
| For all I care call me obscene | |
| And pretend to live your life pristine | |
| Rancor fed those like me grow | |
| To feed until there is nothing to show | |
| A ritual concoction – with a slight hint of insanity | |
| A sensible inheritance – the destruction of decency | |
| Standing in a pool of blood - the remnants of my bidding |
| A misanthropic vision apathy is omnipresent... | |
| All I see is a congregation of crud... | |
| A waste of space serving none but my cravings | |
| A delicate selection of the tools of my trade | |
| All shall fall with a thrust of steel | |
| Hammer at hand, blunt force trauma impending | |
| A ritual concoction with a slight hint of insanity | |
| Your utopic society lies awash, no standards, no morals | |
| Only grime remains a monument of integrity | |
| Only grime remains | |
| Decrepit and stale, only picturesque remnants of your salivating ignorance | |
| You all stare into a bottomless pit, with a cracking sound I relieve this earth from another piece of shit | |
| A misanthropic vision apathy is omnipresent... | |
| A waste of space serving none but my cravings | |
| A delicate selection of the tools of my trade | |
| All shall fall with a thrust of steel | |
| Hammer at hand, blunt force trauma impending | |
| Timeless wonder, the moldy scent of blood | |
| Soothing silence, the destruction of your world | |
| Timeless wonder, the omnipresence of death | |
| Soothing silence, the destruction of your world | |
| I just had to destroy something beautiful | |
| Scraping cranial matter, a picturesque view of it all | |
| Is this hysteria? Human nature at its purest form | |
| For all I care call me obscene | |
| And pretend to live your life pristine | |
| Rancor fed those like me grow | |
| To feed until there is nothing to show | |
| A ritual concoction with a slight hint of insanity | |
| A sensible inheritance the destruction of decency | |
| Standing in a pool of blood the remnants of my bidding |