| Song | Nothing Sacred |
| Artist | Memento |
| Album | Beginnings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Since water of the world | |
| I knew I’d have to face you | |
| The colour of my bites | |
| Yes they remind me of you | |
| In your blood | |
| I write I am not afraid | |
| This is who | |
| I am And I will never be like you | |
| I do not kneel | |
| All I’m asking | |
| Is nothing sacred anymore? | |
| Sailing through the flood | |
| Why did he keep two of you | |
| Splinter in your mind’s eye | |
| My Phoenix rises to swoop still floating in the gray water of your womb | |
| Take the edge of my thumbs | |
| Bury the nails deep into your eyes | |
| Maybe then you’ll see my light | |
| I’d rather crawl, drooling with the beggars | |
| They’ve got more to say |
| Since water of the world | |
| I knew I' d have to face you | |
| The colour of my bites | |
| Yes they remind me of you | |
| In your blood | |
| I write I am not afraid | |
| This is who | |
| I am And I will never be like you | |
| I do not kneel | |
| All I' m asking | |
| Is nothing sacred anymore? | |
| Sailing through the flood | |
| Why did he keep two of you | |
| Splinter in your mind' s eye | |
| My Phoenix rises to swoop still floating in the gray water of your womb | |
| Take the edge of my thumbs | |
| Bury the nails deep into your eyes | |
| Maybe then you' ll see my light | |
| I' d rather crawl, drooling with the beggars | |
| They' ve got more to say |
| Since water of the world | |
| I knew I' d have to face you | |
| The colour of my bites | |
| Yes they remind me of you | |
| In your blood | |
| I write I am not afraid | |
| This is who | |
| I am And I will never be like you | |
| I do not kneel | |
| All I' m asking | |
| Is nothing sacred anymore? | |
| Sailing through the flood | |
| Why did he keep two of you | |
| Splinter in your mind' s eye | |
| My Phoenix rises to swoop still floating in the gray water of your womb | |
| Take the edge of my thumbs | |
| Bury the nails deep into your eyes | |
| Maybe then you' ll see my light | |
| I' d rather crawl, drooling with the beggars | |
| They' ve got more to say |