| Song | Seven and Thirteen |
| Artist | Pig Destroyer |
| Album | 38 Counts of Battery |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The trivial little things left in your wake | |
| Are beloved terminally infected limbs | |
| It is not the firing squad | |
| But the blindfold that makes us tense | |
| Loss of perfection leaves no cause | |
| To persist in searching | |
| Leaving me longing for the day | |
| That finally smothers all hope |