| Weld in place | |
| Tripped me; what, I knew it was a waste | |
| Killed my drive | |
| Burn the hand that buried me alive | |
| Slowed my pulse | |
| Take my blood and join the secret cult | |
| Pull the shades | |
| Little badger wants a son like me | |
| The engine is running | |
| Frying shit is burning me | |
| The engine is running | |
| Smothered in gasoline | |
| Hailed the smoke | |
| Suffocate inside, be not ensued | |
| Closed my eyes | |
| When they broke the door, I was hypnotized | |
| The engine is running | |
| Frying shit is burning me | |
| The engine is running | |
| Smothered in gasoline | |
| Weld in place | |
| Tripped me; what, I knew it was a waste | |
| Killed my drive | |
| Burn the hand that buried me alive | |
| Steamy breath we breathe | |
| Noisy old machine |