TRACK 1: Machine (Instrumental)

The album begins with a very faint sounding drum machine line fading in as if from far away. A few distorted guitar squeals are heard, before loud, shattering percussive synth hits echo throughout the track. Garbled synthesizer sounds play, as a slow, bass driven beat comes in, only barely audible in the background. This goes on for about a minute until a crash hit is heard, and Trent's voice can be heard shouting..

1! 2! 3! Fuck!

and the song segues into the second track, 'Crucified'

TRACK 2: Crucified

Seamlessly moving into the second track, a crash hit is heard before a steady drum machine beat comes in, accompanied by bright, flanger-soaked guitar chords and a rumbling bass synth line. This goes on for a bit before the lyrics come in, softly but bitterly recited by Trent,

you are just a spear stuck in my side
you are just a sore that i can't hide
tried to cleanse and bandage all my welts
you are just a weal upon my pelt

if the cameras flashed and suddenly they died
would you wag your finger and say don't come inside?
would you touch me with your fingertips?
would you let me lick the poison off your lips?

The guitar drops away as Trent spitefully sings the chorus in his powerful voice, each line punctuated by a loud synth crash,

i was crucified by you
all the things you've put me through
i was crucified by you
all the things you've made me do

The guitar returns, a lot of echo on it, and the second verse is sung, Trent's voice becoming more intense,

i don't think that i'll be able to stay sane
with all the alcohol that's pulsing through my veins
if i pull too much, the chains will break my neck
you know every move that i haven't made yet

and if you said "suck my cock" i'd get on my knees for you
there's very little that i wouldn't do
because all in all i'm just your little dog
wallowing in all that's unresolved

This time, the guitar becomes distorted and plays along as the chorus is sung,

i was crucified by you
all the thing's you've put me through
i was crucified by you
all those things you made me do

i was crucified by you
all the shit that i swam through
i was crucified by you
what you said you wouldn't do

The instruments all drop away except for the slow drum machine beat, and every line sung by Trent is followed by a squealing, white noise-ish sound,

crucified
satisfied
crucified
falsified
crucified

The beat fades away, and the song ends.

TRACK 4: J. C. R 'N R

The song begins with a slow, wah drenched guitar riff, before a drum machine beat comes in behind it. The first lines are almost whispered, everything sounds muted, as if it's being heard through an old radio,

no one ever told me that i'd be alone
they thought that i'd be praying, begging,

Suddenly, the song becomes full volume, and a hard rockish guitar line comes in, samples and electronic elements in the background adding to the atmosphere. Trent's voice is pure for once in the record, not drenched in reverb or effects, and his voice is powerful, but melancholy

feeling sick from my inflictions
burning right down to the bone
kneeled in front of burning cross
somehow i feel all alone

The guitar becomes more agressive, Trent delivering his lines rapidly,

they threw stones and beat me with sticks
broom on the floor and i knelt on it
pushed towards the darkened closet
took their faith and i almost choked on it

Trent's voice becomes multitracked and higher pitched, the guitar playing clean, fast chords

this is christ's brand new passion
this is christ's brand new passion

this is christ's brand new passion
jesus christ's brand new passion

The verse returns, the guitars sound layered and dense,

burnt at both ends like matchstick
my pain just felt injured and cruel
i thought that i'd found my angel
i guess i was just a fool

The pre chorus returns, the aggressive part becomes shortened, juxtaposed with the high clean vocals,

all that i've wanted is so far away now
all that i've felt has been pain now

this is christ's brand new passion
jesus christ's brand new passion

this is christ's brand new passion
jesus christ's brand new passion

The chorus finally comes in, with hard rocking guitar and gritty, near screamed vocals from Trent,

now that i know better
i will know to sever
all the ties to all their lies
jesus christ and rock and roll

now that i know better
i will know to sever
all the ties to all their lies
jesus christ and rock and roll

There's a short instrumental bridge, the guitar being soaked with wah and playing a short chord-based solo, before returning to the chorus which repeats itself until the song ends.

now that i know better
i will know to sever
all the ties to all their lies
just jesus christ and rock and roll

jesus christ and rock and roll
jesus christ and rock and roll
all the ties to all their lies
jesus christ and rock and roll

TRACK 6: Amerika

The song begins with an industrial/EBM sounding synth line that continues for most of the song. After the beat plays out a few times, Trent's vocals come in, his voice reserved and soft.

johnny's an american, and he likes his dope
johnny's an american, when he's cut he bleeds coke
johnny's an american, you can tell from his eyes
johnny's an american, he likes to watch people die

The synth line becomes drenched in flanger and Trent's vocals become shouted, powerful and angry as he sings the chorus,

i'm an american, i'm the face of the world
i'm an american, i'm not just some little girl
i'm an american, explosive culture shock
i'm an american, look at the size of my cock

The laid back beat returns, Trent's voice sounding almost afraid, hushed, but with a bitter, disgusted tone to it.

why put faith in america, you're just wasting time
you can drink your beer, i'd rather swim in mine
all those fucking tramps, i still can't spare a dime
and i'm gonna snap if they ask one more time

The chorus comes back, Trent's shouting getting more enthusiastic with each line.

i'm an american, i'm the face of the world
i'm an american, i'm not just some little girl
i'm an american, explosive culture shock
i'm an american, we really know how to rock

A slightly more relaxed version of the main beat comes in, and Trent's vocals return to a quiet, sedated sound for the bridge, although he breaks through and shouts the last line,

johnny's an american, and he really likes to heil
johnny's an american, ain't been a lynching in a while
johnny's an american, looking for something to hang
johnny's an american, rides with his american gang
johnny's an american, he bleeds red white and blue
johnny's an american, and he's watching you

The chorus comes back in and is repeated, Trent sounding more frantic,

i'm an american, i'm the face of the world
i'm an american, i'm not just some little girl
i'm an american, explosive culture shock
i'm an american, we really know how to rock

i'm an american, i'm the face of the world
i'm an american, i'm not just some little girl
i'm an american, explosive culture shock
i'm an american, look at the size of my cock

i'm an american
i'm an american
i'm an american
i'm an american

and i'm so guilty
yeah, i'm so guilty
yeah, i'm so guilty
i'm so guilty, yeah

TRACK 8: Shine

The song begins immediately with a slow, plodding bass line and a groovy drum line, played on actual drums instead of a drum machine. The vocals are whispered eerily,

sun is shining in my eyes
burning right through my disguise
kitchen cupboards rummaged through
waited up all night for you

stars that twinkle oh so bright
look up to the sky at night
i just want to disappear
said that you'd always be near


A couple twinkling piano notes accent the chorus, Trent's voice becoming a high almost-whine,

shine like you did
speak like you said
shine like you did
live like you said

The bass line seems to get louder as it's low-end rumble helps move the verses along,

bright just like a supernova
butterflies when you get closer
wish you would rub off on me
i wish that maybe i could see

flashes of faces caught up in the crowd
want to cry but don't think i'm allowed
if no one answers, i think i'll go insane
because nobody really knows my name

made of dust and pretty things
not singular happenings
so impressed with what you do
so hard pressed to be like you

The piano returns, playing eclectic, frantic notes,

shine like you did
speak like you said
shine like you did
live like you did

finally, the entire band comes in, with a guitar line matching the bass line and synth noises, Trent's voice echoing itself in the background,

shine like you did (i wanna shine like you)
speak like you did (i wanna speak like you
shine like you said (i wanna shine on you)
live like you did (i wanna be loved like you)

TRACK 10: Orion

The song begins with a low, grimy sounding synth arpeggio being accented by tinkling piano notes. After a few seconds of this, a drum machine comes in, backing the synth with a tinny, industrial beat. A siren sounding synth lead is played, and the vocals begin.

you pulled me off the bathroom floor
we closed our eyes, we closed the door
listening to floyd, dark side of the moon
thinking about the dark side of the spoon
you watched my eyes turn white and dead
you watched my arm start dripping red
you watched me crawl just at your feet
you watched me while i tried to plead

Trent spits out the lyrics to the pre-chorus and chorus spitefully, a hint of reverb on his voice, while the opening synth hook is repeated.

i love my manufactured feel
but it's the only thing i feel
i hate my manufactured feel
and it's the only thing i feel

i did it again
i did it again
i did it again and again and again

The verse part comes back, Trent's vocals becoming calmer, the driving beat backing up his words,

far below, the wages of sin
far below, the sorry state i'm in
far below, like nobody knows
far below is the place i'll go

The chorus part returns, Trent's voice sounding even more aggressive as the synth hook blares in the background

i love my manufactured feel
but it's the only thing i feel
i hate my manufactured feel
and it's the only thing i feel

i did it again
i did it again
i did it again and again and again

The synth arpeggio and drum machine have an almost breakdown-like part, with more layered percussive synth accents being played, before the verse part returns, Trent's voice sounding pained and angry, all but screaming the last line,

picked me off the kitchen floor
you wouldn't take my shit no more
you kicked me out, left for dead
no more would I fuck with your head
that bleeding vein, that bleeding vein
it got me in trouble again and again


The pounding beat comes back as the chorus repeats itself until the song slowly fades out, leaving a feeling of unresolved issues,

i love my manufactured feel
but it's the only thing i feel
i hate my manufactured feel
and it's the only thing i feel

i did it again
i did it again
i did it again and again and again
i did it again
i did it again
i did it again and again and again and again...

TRACK 12: Devil's Night

The song begins with a distorted sample from an episode of Futarama

"Everything your body does is natural - except masturbation! That's just plain wrong!"

A slow, groovy bassline comes in, almost sounding porn-worthy. There's lots of ambient noise in the background. Trent's voice comes in, soft and seductive, speaking slowly,

she has her pretty little picture
up on the pretty shiny screen
she looks like she's stepped right out of
one of those fashion magazines

if she asked me to, i'd let her break my neck
i think i'm gonna faint, and i haven't even touched her yet
the mere thought of her makes me break out in sweat
it's the greatest fucking rush that you can get

For the chorus, a stuttering tremolo guitar comes in to accompany the bass and drums, while Trent's voice becomes agressive, nearly shouted,

she's got a devil in her mind
she's got a demon in her eyes
i've got her body on my mind
i've got my demons locked inside

The intensity of the chorus is forgotten as all the instruments but the bass drop out and Trent's voice returns to a near whisper,

tangled hair and beads of sweat
falling in my eyes
it feels so good it almost hurts
take me to paradise

Their is a sample of an explosion, and the chorus returns, the drums becoming more prominent in the mix as Trent screams over the deceptively soft guitar and bass, which slowly fade out,

she's got a devil in her mind
she's got a demon in her eyes
i've got her body on my mind
i've got a devil locked inside

i've got the devil in my eyes
i've got a demon in my mind
i'm gonna let them out tonight
i'm gonna fuck it up tonight

TRACK 14: Cigarette Burns

The track starts off with a lot of ambient noise, garbled voices, and synth sounds. The music fades in very slowly, rising to a crescendo of white noise before going completely silent. A sample of dialogue from an old 50's educational video is played, the announcer's voice crisp and formal,

"One of nature's greatest wonders is the ability of the human ear to distinguish among the millions of sounds around us - listen"

All the noise that previously disappeared returns ten fold, and a harsh, grinding EBM beat comes in. Musically, the song doesn't change much for the rest of the track, although the sounds of whispers and people talking get louder in the background. Trent's vocals are sung lowly, with a lot of echo on them, and is hard to distinguish at times, giving the track a very eerie feel.

i'm walking on barbed wire
with my blinders on
i'm talking about things that
i'm not sure are going on
my hand traces the concrete
touching blood and spit and sweat
am i feeling what just happened?
or has it even happened yet?

close the door, shut those windows tight
tried to lie, convince myself
that everything's alright
i'm feeling overwhelmed
and i'm feeling so goddamn small
am i leaving cigarette burns?
does my life matter at all?

significant others, significant faces
so many places
i've never really been
close the door, turn off the light
make sure you're sealed in tight
wrapped in plastic to keep you fresh
flowery scents to mask your death

i'm just a tiny burn
on a stained, pitted wall
sometimes i wonder
if i even matter at all

The noise stops, and there's dead silence for a second, before a sample of a gunshot is played loudly. A grunt and some thuds are heard, and Trent whispers a single line,

are you listening?

before the song, and the album, ends.