| Song | Intravenous |
| Artist | Assuck |
| Album | Misery Index |
| Gagged and bound in pen and ink dead fall. | |
| The reiteration. | |
| The shallow depth of words that no one ever hears. | |
| There is numbness in speaking meaningless idioms to a faceless mass. | |
| I know the gridlock and the stalemates. | |
| I know insignificance all too well. |