For your time its written out.
Work means nothing by itself.
These days are numbered, I can tell.
Until the crash I'll write you down.
Selection kills the old.
Selection breathes on its own.
Sing while you can.
Now, while you can.
| 1 | The Middle |
| 2 | Pain |
| 3 | Sweetness |
| 4 | Hear You Me |
| 5 | Always Be |
| 6 | Big Casino |
| 7 | Bleed American |
| 8 | My Best Theory |
| 9 | Praise Chorus |
| 10 | Authority Song |