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 | Plaything |
| 9 | Descent (Our Way Down) |
| 10 | When Doves Cry |