| Song | Cheerleader Corpses |
| Artist | Pig Destroyer |
| Album | Grind Your Mind: A History of Grindcore |
| ***** tastes like gunmetal she said smiling | |
| The arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage | |
| These pills I take in the witching hour | |
| I imagine, I am swallowing you |