| Song | Strategy |
| Artist | D.R.I. |
| Album | Thrash Zone |
| Question marks | |
| In my head | |
| My mouth cried | |
| And my eyes bled | |
| I streched my thoughts | |
| Put them on the rack | |
| In a mind so dark | |
| It's almost black | |
| [2] | Strategy <i> |
| These distorted, contorted | |
| Ideas of mine | |
| Are telling me something | |
| I think it's a sign | |
| Hidden meanings | |
| Found deep within | |
| Brought fourth | |
| With the tip of a pen | |
| Then all these thoughts | |
| Are on display | |
| Part of my lifetime | |
| [2] | Strategy Strategy <i> |