1.Violent
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
I checked in a room today
Up above the downtown market bricks
Right now a boy gets old
A boy gets bitter, a boy learns not to trust
Someone inside his room
The door locks tight
You keep the door locked
Months went by and doors got kicked in
Two outlaws collecting what they loaned
In a room beside my walls
A girl gets choked, she can't pay back the loan
48 more hours to go
'48 more hours', that's all they say
In two more nights, I hear a sound
A shrill from one thin wall away
Every place is the same
Every day is the same
Every place is the same
Violent
There's a conflicting sound
Hear the arguments loud
Everyday, the sounds of the
Violent, violent, violent, violent
Sounds of the violent
I moved uptown
A bit, not much changed
Conflict is never gone
But just as a calm sets in
Police line barricades a place next door
I asked around the lot
A store clerk told me two young kids were shot
Mother was near the tracks
Dragged to where a train would go past
Every place is the same
Every day is the same
Every place is the same
Violent
There's a conflicting sound
Hear the arguments loud
Everyday
Every place is the same
Every day is the same
Every place is the same
Violent
There's a conflicting sound
Hear the arguments loud
Everyday, the sounds of the
Violent, violent, violent, violent
Sounds of the violent
2.Total Job
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
Sharp dressed servers where the upscale dine
A safe dial turned by a glove in the crimes of night
A nurse in an ambulance rides
He don't deserve it, the patient's right
Career, serious
There are times when I miss the appeal
Long black cars driven close to the lawn
Straight legged slacks and the shine of the chauffer's garb
The lawyer with an eloquent tongue
He sways the verdict, the jury is numb
Career, serious
There are times when I miss the appeal
Energy that pulls us toward it
To feel the total job
No economic success
To get the total job
Energy that pulls us toward it
To feel the total job
No economic success
To get the total job
3.Posed to Death
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
I feel a warm resistance
Beneath the outer layer
What once moved living organs
Leaks through a thin veneer
Blue blooded royal body
Elegantly posed to death
Not speaking prince now, are you？
Not breathing one more breath
Just now the curtain's folding
It falls and lies to rest
So selfish royal brother
You've loved your wife to death
Your ways could not continue
You'd rule with hateful hands
I called you toward the staircase
And I caused your violent end
4.Glass Danse
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
Fe-fe-feel the vapor pressure drop
As the dark steam pours out the entrance
Real cold world is swirlin' into
A club that keeps the real life world out
Where every sense seems deathly
Weak from the frozen time you spent in transit
The glass dance world flickers on and the
Low end thaws your anxious body
Maybe I feel detached, I may just look too shy
It's a disinterest not that I'm a timid guy
I call them bodies but they are attentive too
I feel the social glare I feel the attitude
Watch as mirrors clear themselves
With the breath of frigid air that eased in
Made up babies all rotate
As a siren spins a beam of amber
Time's are sliced beat by beat in a row
In a club, in a line, in the city
The glass dance world flickers on
'Cause the cycle happens enough
A baby falls out warm, it's screaming for it's life
An infant tries to dance as it grows up then dies
That's simplified but uh, when your complexion dries
You wake up cold and think, you wish it'd been this way
5.The Conductor
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
Confident with your back to the audience
Tremolo strings begin with your gesturing wrist
Start the orchestra slow with an elegant aire
Then a circular sweep crescendoing swell
Leo Slatkin, Dohnanyi, previne, depaur
Your arms are calling out
They wave like a swarm of sound
You pull the sound from scores of notes
You step the stage and take control
You're conducting ver'ese in a moment of silence
Your body directs a pulse of wind
Von Karajan, Hampton, Menuhin, Levine
Your arms are calling out
They wave like a swarm of sound
You pull the sound from scores of notes
You step the stage and take control
Your arms are calling out
They wave like a swarm of sound
You pull the sound from scores of notes
You step the stage and take control
Control, control, control
Control, control, control
Control, control, control
...
6.Your Retro Career Melted
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
Recovering slowly, a torso fell
From a beat up truck by a rural motel
The manager seen how the truck bed bounced
While dust flew up with a rolling sound
Voices appear from the staff outside
In bulbous text in a western style
His mannequin neck spun to turn his face
The bars spills drunks out frame by frame
Girls pushed girls side to side
To hear a suction sound as limbs realign
The crowd just seemed to multiply
They hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard
Your retro career melted
They couldn't have agreed with the mannequin less
They didn't understand what the mannequin meant
The sound of a barreled gun held to the back
Some plastic clicks as the shell parts pass
Flesh tone shards fly by wild
They fill a plastic bag with the parts inside
The bag got dumped, a town nearby
They reassembled fast as his voice dropped hard
Your retro career melted
7.Let the Poison Spill from Your Throat
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
Some people get bit from the inside
When they talk it's cold and sour
And no, there's nothing they can do now
They've had their way too many times
If you glare to get what you want
It'll become your look
And if there's dirt you've got on someone
You let it loose without a thought
Just let the poison spill, spurt from your throat
Hiss like steam 'cause the pressure's unreal
I'm not saying that it's not, you're causing a scene
You're wearing out that note, you scream until it's gone
You scream until it's gone, gone, gone
No government check can reverse it
You'd need a royal eclipse of the tongue
Or is the pain that you endure now
Something you need？ Well, you know how to get it now
And there's no climbing up that list
You just move down it one by one
You hate this and love that, it shows
You're insecure, but that's no excuse
Just tell them they lie, you tell them the truth
The things you won't take are coming in groups
The people abused the trust you had
And now you don't want it back
Just let the poison spill, spurt from your throat
Hiss like steam 'cause the pressure's unreal
I'm not saying that it's not, you're causing a scene
You're wearing out that note, you scream until it's gone
You scream until it's gone, gone, gone
8.Agenda Suicide
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
You could follow logic or contest it all
The work solution makes the common house a home
The element of progress that you mention is gone
It de-evolved to something you were headed toward
As I lay to die the things I think
Did I waste my time？ I think I did, I worked for life
All we want are just pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Like a cast shadow, like a fathers dream
Have a cut out son, what's a worse disease
To get that pretty little home, as I lay to die the things I
think
I don't want to regret what I did and work for life
All we want are just pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Agenda suicide, the drones work hard before they die
And give up on pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Agenda suicide, the drones work hard before they die
And give up on pretty little homes
9.Ballad of a Paralysed Citizen
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
I'm paralyzed and things could change for you as well
You're not so bad off now, you can move anything you need
I'm not this way because of an emergency I caused
At seventeen a guard perched above the chlorine floor
When I saw a hand raise up
From just beneath the air
A frantic move for help
I made an instant judgment call
To dive, I arced my feet to dive
I broke the elemental line to save a child
Dive, into the shallow floor
The bottom scraped my palms and compressed my spine
Now, I'm paralyzed while they just hope to make amends
The family and the kid who faked the drowning incident
I've felt the hand of God and that's the last thing that I felt
At all below my back, I've lost the faith I thought I had
To dive, I arced my feet to dive
I broke the elemental line to save a child
Dive, into the shallow floor
The bottom scraped my palms and compressed my spine
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