作曲 : Thomas Dean Ackerman/Pedro R Benito/Edward Nolan Reyes/Ian M Moreno
Hey, even if your world stops now
It wouldn't mean anything, I'm sad to say
Because all splashes are ripples from the distance
-- Then rings of waves...
Turn them a deaf ear
Turn them a deaf ear
I figured it out, now I'm tired
I'm putting my arms down and turning away
And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving
But I can't hear anything - Not today...
Turn them a deaf ear
Turn them a deaf ear
Get it off my back
I'm bruise-blue from all
Get it off my back
My abuses
Get it off my back
I'm bruise-blue from all
Get it off my back
My abuses
Figured it out now
Putting my arms down
Figured it out now
Putting my arms down
Turn them a deaf ear
Turn them a deaf ear
Get it off my back
I'm bruise-blue from all
Get it off my back
My abuses
Get it off my back
I'm bruise-blue from all
Get it off my back
My abuses
"She was the queen of the mistakes,"
I was told by everyone
"Until you made her a saint."
"She was the queen of the mistakes,"
I was told by everyone
"Until you made her a saint."
"She was the queen of the mistakes,"
I was told by everyone
"Until you made her a saint."
"She was the queen of the mistakes,"
I was told by everyone