| Lyric | Song | Album |
| A fistful of lies, dressed up in disguise, | |
| Don't you tell me, what you think is right... | |
| Don't call me your friend... | |
| Doctor doctor on the phone, | |
| Whisper, whisper, don't make a sound, | |
| Broken dagger, southern swagger! | |
| I sat in my room for 27 days, | |
| Twist my arm like a knife tonight, | |
| Like a fire, don't need water, | |
| Let the rain fall down, let it fall to the ground, | |
| I heard a man say I do it for attention, | |
| | Lyric | Song | Album |
| Teacher said it's just a phase... | |
| Be strong enough, to hold onto us, | |
| ...Is sinking man and I don't wanna swim!! | |
| In a garage behind a house there is a luxury sedan, | |
| I scratched, my knees, they bled... | |
| We're breakin' up the city... | |
| She's a bullet in russian roulette... | |
| Among the broken mirrors I don't look the same... | |
| Loose lips may sink ships... | |
| I left my best friends, or did they just leave me? | |
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