| Song | Sparks |
| Artist | Parkway Drive |
| Album | Atlas |
| Born of dust and stone | |
| Dead hearts roaming a dying home | |
| Fight leaves us all | |
| White cloths upon the shores of time | |
| We are but sparks in a darkened world, and yet some things were born to | |
| Burn The name long in your eye | |
| Lays on my cold hard knee | |
| If you bring the matches | |
| I'll bring the gasoline | |
| I'm the same bad news as you | |
| Your're the same kind of fucked as me | |
| I'm the same bad news as you | |
| You're the same | |
| You're the same as me |