| Song | Antithesis |
| Artist | Converge |
| Album | Caring and Killing |
| Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind. | |
| Govern me, kill thy master. | |
| You will not enslave me. | |
| The root is bitter but the fruit is sweet but not exempt from criticism. | |
| Small pox friendship, you die | |
| I take. You are the new slave. | |
| Don't call me | |
| God because | |
| I don't have a disease. | |
| What is cold to you is love to me. | |
| Savior seething rolling you in. | |
| Cherub in red said there's nothing to see here. | |
| Hallowed be who art in heaven. | |
| I refuse to call that fucker by name. |