| Song | Pure Annihilation |
| Artist | Parts & Labor |
| Album | Constant Future |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I know every inch of your shadow | |
| I know all of the warmth in your wake | |
| Shove me down from this peak of pure annihilation | |
| Picking coins out of the fountain while we wait | |
| In our blood there are strange constellations | |
| In that flood trying hard to relate | |
| So we freeze every frame of our minor motion picture | |
| Kicking holes into the mountain while we wait | |
| So clamber climb over that amherst line and rehabilitate | |
| Our stolen time’s not a petty crime it’s getting late | |
| But not too late | |
| I know every inch of your shadow | |
| I know all of the warmth in your wake | |
| Shove me down from this peak of pure annihilation | |
| Picking coins out of the fountain while we wait |
| I know every inch of your shadow | |
| I know all of the warmth in your wake | |
| Shove me down from this peak of pure annihilation | |
| Picking coins out of the fountain while we wait | |
| In our blood there are strange constellations | |
| In that flood trying hard to relate | |
| So we freeze every frame of our minor motion picture | |
| Kicking holes into the mountain while we wait | |
| So clamber climb over that amherst line and rehabilitate | |
| Our stolen time' s not a petty crime it' s getting late | |
| But not too late | |
| I know every inch of your shadow | |
| I know all of the warmth in your wake | |
| Shove me down from this peak of pure annihilation | |
| Picking coins out of the fountain while we wait |
| I know every inch of your shadow | |
| I know all of the warmth in your wake | |
| Shove me down from this peak of pure annihilation | |
| Picking coins out of the fountain while we wait | |
| In our blood there are strange constellations | |
| In that flood trying hard to relate | |
| So we freeze every frame of our minor motion picture | |
| Kicking holes into the mountain while we wait | |
| So clamber climb over that amherst line and rehabilitate | |
| Our stolen time' s not a petty crime it' s getting late | |
| But not too late | |
| I know every inch of your shadow | |
| I know all of the warmth in your wake | |
| Shove me down from this peak of pure annihilation | |
| Picking coins out of the fountain while we wait |