| Song | They Drew Their Swords |
| Artist | The Chariot |
| Album | The Fiancée |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well, she is waking up | |
| And she is finding out she has no pulse | |
| Just like her "God" that she is trying to sell | |
| But she ain't bought | |
| Her lion is scared | |
| Because he is finding out | |
| She's waking up and he can't stop breaking down | |
| And fading out as she gets up | |
| Well, she looks around, | |
| Ariel You have no pulse | |
| Much like your religion, but it's fine | |
| Just fake it | |
| The wrath of | |
| God's grace is but an ocean to a child |