| Lyric | Finish | Artist (# missing) |
| With the lights out, it's less dangerous... | |
| Is there something wrong she said, well of course there is... | |
| Down in a hole, losing control. I'd like to fly... | |
| And you swear to me you don't want to be my slave. But you're staring at me like I... | |
| The blood is on the table and their mouths are choking... | |
| I want to have control. I want a perfect body... | |
| And I feel, so much depends on the weather... | |
| I am doll eyes, doll mouth, doll legs... | |
| And all the roads we have to walk are winding... | |
| Soy un perdedor... | |
| And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues. And we don't know... | |
| Sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in... | |
| What have I become, my sweetest friend? | |