| Song | Visceral |
| Artist | John Mark McMillan |
| Album | Borderland |
| A visceral love runs the length of our veins | |
| As we sit above the miles of pain | |
| Till all of our fears become skinny ones | |
| And from your window I can see a kingdom come | |
| Hearts will wage war, but in the settling dust | |
| What remains at the end of us | |
| Our skinny fears for our cold resolve | |
| When from your window I can see the ages dawn | |
| Cinder and stone (brick and mortar) | |
| Everybody folds (up against the water) | |
| Cinder and stone (brick and mortar) | |
| Everybody folds, everybody folds | |
| Hearts will wage war, but in the settling dust | |
| What remains at the end of us | |
| Our skinny fears for our cold resolve | |
| When from your rooftop I can see the ages dawn | |
| Cinder and stone (brick and mortar) | |
| Everybody folds (up against the water) | |
| Cinder and stone (brick and mortar) | |
| Everybody folds, everybody folds | |
| Memories rust and trophies fade | |
| In the remnants of our glory days | |
| Will we regret the thing that we’ve made | |
| From your table I can see a better way |
| A visceral love runs the length of our veins | |
| As we sit above the miles of pain | |
| Till all of our fears become skinny ones | |
| And from your window I can see a kingdom come | |
| Hearts will wage war, but in the settling dust | |
| What remains at the end of us | |
| Our skinny fears for our cold resolve | |
| When from your window I can see the ages dawn | |
| Cinder and stone brick and mortar | |
| Everybody folds up against the water | |
| Cinder and stone brick and mortar | |
| Everybody folds, everybody folds | |
| Hearts will wage war, but in the settling dust | |
| What remains at the end of us | |
| Our skinny fears for our cold resolve | |
| When from your rooftop I can see the ages dawn | |
| Cinder and stone brick and mortar | |
| Everybody folds up against the water | |
| Cinder and stone brick and mortar | |
| Everybody folds, everybody folds | |
| Memories rust and trophies fade | |
| In the remnants of our glory days | |
| Will we regret the thing that we' ve made | |
| From your table I can see a better way |