| Song | Retina |
| Artist | Despised Icon |
| Album | The Healing Process |
| Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. | |
| An imperative vision of satisfaction. | |
| My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. | |
| I feel the numbness of an orgasm as | |
| I leave my entire body. | |
| Endorphins are released, generating complete ecstasy. | |
| Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. | |
| An imperative vision of satisfaction. | |
| My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. | |
| I feel the numbness of an orgasm as | |
| I leave my entire body. | |
| Inside my cerebral cortex lies an ultimate pleasure better than any sensation. | |
| Turned into a powerless corpse, | |
| I succumb. | |
| My brain's mechanical capacity has clearly stopped running. | |
| Restrictions of flesh… | |
| A magenta fluid escorts my soul to a perfect and reflexive coma as | |
| I decline within this ideal trance. | |
| I can no longer feel pain. | |
| I only see my blackened blood flowing out of my veins, my carnal shroud. | |
| I'm not furious about what you've wrecked. | |
| In fact, I want to thank you, | |
| I want to love you. | |
| My blood flows. | |
| But at this instant, | |
| I'm not furious. | |
| No need to say a word. | |
| I leave with fervor covering my heart. |
| Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. | |
| An imperative vision of satisfaction. | |
| My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. | |
| I feel the numbness of an orgasm as | |
| I leave my entire body. | |
| Endorphins are released, generating complete ecstasy. | |
| Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. | |
| An imperative vision of satisfaction. | |
| My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. | |
| I feel the numbness of an orgasm as | |
| I leave my entire body. | |
| Inside my cerebral cortex lies an ultimate pleasure better than any sensation. | |
| Turned into a powerless corpse, | |
| I succumb. | |
| My brain' s mechanical capacity has clearly stopped running. | |
| Restrictions of flesh | |
| A magenta fluid escorts my soul to a perfect and reflexive coma as | |
| I decline within this ideal trance. | |
| I can no longer feel pain. | |
| I only see my blackened blood flowing out of my veins, my carnal shroud. | |
| I' m not furious about what you' ve wrecked. | |
| In fact, I want to thank you, | |
| I want to love you. | |
| My blood flows. | |
| But at this instant, | |
| I' m not furious. | |
| No need to say a word. | |
| I leave with fervor covering my heart. |