1.Acting： On-Campus Television
The Faint
Miscellaneous
Acting：On-Campus Television
Campus is getting bigger and we're working on it all the time
Acting on the tv, I can see their faces
Red alert, the siren's loud, the drafted are all coming back
This job takes dedication
When things start with no beginning
It doesn't mean that they aren't true
As the current through the atlas
Nips the wrist with a fork through it
Half the battle's fueled with hate
'Many loathsome fights were sacred!'
Shout the crew who hold their swatches
They paint on the set and cry
Ice is plastic enough to try to sculpt with it
The colour curdles and waves drip down
And I'm still thinking about the time a scene takes them
The dormatories are awful quiet
Acting on the tv, and he's not pretending
I'm convinced that there's not someone else beneath
The pixeled screen, an army edit
The set was finished last
Ice is plastic enough to try to sculpt with it
The colour curdles and waves drip down
And I'm still thinking about the time a scene takes them
The dormatories are awful quiet
And these swollen eyes and static lens
They blink when there's nothing but tv
We beg for it to calm us down
And believe that it's real what we're doing
These swollen eyes and static lenses
They blink on and off and off and on
2.Disappear (Album Version)
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
I disappear, I lost control
My body's moving, all on it's own
I watch myself, walk away
A foreign spirit, took my place
An empty stare, its eyes are dull
So my essence, it's riding my pulse
A Burst of black, a Breath of smoke
I disappeared, I lost control
I, I disappear
I disappear, I disappear
I disappear, I lost control
My body's moving, all on it's own
I watch myself, walk away
A foreign spirit, took my place
I, I disappear
I disappear, I disappear
How could I resist？ It's all I've wanted
Now I guess I've got it
Why it happened？ I don't know
Hope this doesn't last forever
I, I disappear, I disappear
I disappear, I disappear
3.Hypnotised
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
I steal the notes from other bands
I fill their shoes with wet cement
I make you think of certain things
And when you talk the things you'll say
I'm pretty sure of what you want
I bet you want the same as me
You want to think of something smart
Something someone would repeat
But I'm giving up on all that fuss
I'm gonna tell you how it is
Then, when you get your turn to talk
I hope your microphone is off
And the critics go, 'Whoa, yeah yeah'
They'll go, 'Whoa yeah, shotgun'
But, for now just watch the screen
Let me control the things you think
You'd like to think you could resist
But you're being hypnotized by this
Think of the clock you thought up
How it's wagging back and forth
How you're hypnotized by us
Are you studying my pores？
When my hand snaps
You'll wake up to your daily concerns
I'm counting backwards in your head
You're letting me do all the work
You're under my thumb, yeah, yeah
(Snap)
You're under my thumb, yeah
How 'bout that, boys？
4.Take Me To The Hospital
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
Hold my hand its shakin' bad, I'm going to the doc
I pay him he'll fix me up, I think I've got enough
Ambulance no costs to much, we'll take a van
If they can't fix me no one can, if they can't fix it no one can
Want you to take me to the H, take me to the O
Want you to take me to the S, take me to the P
Want you to take me to the I T A L
Want you to take me to hospital, H O S P I T A L
Now I'm losing blood from my veins, they're slowly emptying
I'm bothered by this crimson red to the color of blood
To the color of a B, the color of a L
To the color of a O, the color of O
To the color of a deep crimson red
From a little bitty accident, A C C I D E N T
I scraped up my face, bounced my cheek on the floor
Cause anything worth doing, is worth getting hurt for
I've made no mistakes, I'm never learning from that
I got no regrets, I wanna do it again, do it A G A I N
Want you to take me to the H, take me to the O
Want you to take me to the S, take me to the P
Want you to take me to the I T A L
Want you to take me to hospital
'Cause it's the color of a B, the color of a L
To the color of a O, the color of O
To the color of a deep crimson red
From a little bitty accident
You better take me to the H, take me to the O
Want you to take me to the S, take me to the P
Want you to take me to the I T A L
Want you to take me to hospital
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