When I grow up
I wanna be just like you
Afflicted with traditions
And social truths
When I grow up
I wanna be just like you
Locked into a lifestyle
That I didn't choose
I never
I never dreamed of this
I never
Thought it'd come to this
And the chances
The chances that I missed
They're leading
Me to my slow eclipse
Contaminated
Contaminated
Contaminate
1 | Next To Last |
2 | Bound |
3 | Red Lines |
4 | Canaan |
5 | Over The Fence |
6 | Undone |
7 | A Blind Spot In Every Eye |
8 | Descent (Our Way Down) |
9 | Plaything |
10 | When Doves Cry |