| Song | Closed Eyes |
| Artist | Bury Your Dead |
| Album | It's Nothing Personal |
| Someday we will grow tired of these shells | |
| and someday we wil lay ourselves to rest | |
| I take you into me | |
| Breathing in you deeply | |
| Somedays | |
| Somedays, I can feel you burning through my veins | |
| I look to the light. | |
| I can feel my eyes burn, | |
| looking down,the ground beneath, is falling fast | |
| Shedding the cares of this world | |
| I'm sick. | |
| god knows I'm sick of making | |
| Now I'm so sick of making excuses for myself | |
| Now all the saints are dancing with the demons tonight. | |
| Welcome me home | |
| I'm home | |
| I'm home | |
| I'm home |