| Song | Trojan Whore |
| Artist | Pig Destroyer |
| Album | Prowler In the Yard |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Half in darkness she stands in a dress of shrapnel, smoke and torn flags. | |
| Dragging off cigarettes of human skin. | |
| Eyes like cracked eggshells empty as life. | |
| Her index fingers drip mothers milk like hypodermic needles. | |
| She stumbles through my veins high on ash and dry semen fiending for love. |