| Song | Plastic & Powder |
| Artist | Lower Dens |
| Album | Twin-Hand Movement |
| His head is shaved. | |
| His tongue is on his lips. | |
| From the purse in his hand comes an oft-welcomed gift which, | |
| In hindsight, | |
| Had I been wise, | |
| Would not have received so willingly. | |
| Oh, | |
| These birds never stop. | |
| They just keep flapping a thousand putrid wings infinitely. | |
| What if my tongue curls up? | |
| What if my skin sloughs off? | |
| What will the vanguard think of me and my pedigree? | |
| Will they ever climb down? |