| Song | God Vs Science |
| Artist | Botch |
| Album | The John Birch Conspiracy Theory |
| I didn't want to open my eyes | |
| But the bomb's strapped to my back | |
| Forced to hear the children's cries | |
| I see no reason | |
| Why (words) why (lines) life's this way, redefining | |
| Why (fear) why (love) as time decays, redefining | |
| The cold black portrait stares back at me | |
| And I laugh | |
| Why (force) why (fed) goes on this way, redefining | |
| Why (lock) why (load) as we decay, redefining. | |
| Now the bomb's strapped to my back. |