آهنگ: Program (The). Artificial Unintelligence. Casual Tragedy.

Lies; they fill your eyes, laced with doubts,
False promises I see all that you hide.
You share feelings but keep them pushed aside.
To merely try is to surely die, Alone, empty and cold.
the nails of doubt you drive, deeper inside my head.
Stuck on the words you said.
Bruises shroud my skin from beating myself over and again.
To live or die? Will we survive? Or just cry?

And you push me away. You have Nothing to say
It tastes like casual tragedy
I'm living life inside of photographs were smiles all have turned to black.
I'm waiting, for you to let down your fears, through in the towel because

WE ONLY WIN IF WE FORFIT OURSELVES. TURN THE CHEEK,
RECEIVE A SET OF LIPS that you'll find WORTHY OF
DEFEAT. IF YOU WANT IT IT'S THERE.

This is the way that they want us to die, we play the part just fine.
Its in our own hands now, as we find the knife that drives into our sides
it shines like a new dealer bought set of pride.
The blood it cries, it calls you out tonite.

A picture of what we could be?
I'd paint it just for you to see.
This isn't how I how I planned it all, this isn't my design.
You wanna picture of what it meant to me?

You wanna picture of what it meant to me?
I'd paint it just for you, you to see.
You wanna picture of what it meant to Me?
I'll paint this fucker in blood