 
I'm half the way to become dust
And I cry with the same eyes
which saw you smile to me
But frankly you just don't give a damn anymore
You've already got what you came for
No matter what you do
Stretched on the green grass of my hopes
And I miss the days of our becoming
Just to prove I can
Screeeaaaam
And break your concentration
Screeeaaaam
Until it starts to make sense
| 1 | Weak Brother | 
| 2 | As A Day | 
| 3 | Grin | 
| 4 | Chronic | 
| 5 | A Murder | 
| 6 | Snapshot | 
| 7 | My Dear December | 
| 8 | Hide | 
| 9 | Twelfth | 
| 10 | Old's Cool, New's Cool |