I step out in the road to feel the cool beneath my feet.  I wonder if they will stop for me or if they'll ever come at all.  The city stretches out beneath me, a reminder to a generation raised without stars.  I hear the engines roll up and I know they are for me.  So sucking my last free breath of re-invented air.  Here's your freedom, "do what we say", a stolen gift from a politician.  Deletion: directive of chrome.
| 1 | The Earth Isn't Humming | 
| 2 | There Will Be No More Scum | 
| 3 | Conditioned | 
| 4 | Out-Circuit The Ending | 
| 5 | Explosions | 
| 6 | Invisible Time Lines | 
| 7 | Psaurcacneosisa | 
| 8 | The Misaligned Men Of Flomaton |