| This struggle could be over now | |
| this time, the time has changed us | |
| our silence is deafening. | |
| Nothing can make this better | |
| Our answers seldom come | |
| There is death in words we say. | |
| Sound the alarm | |
| What we have built is gone | |
| Our battle has just begun | |
| Mayday! Mayday! | |
| Bring the tears from out of your eyes | |
| Just leave it up to me | |
| Hearts of stone to bring out the cold | |
| It cuts the warmth | |
| It could've been easier | |
| Now our bitter words revealed. | |
| Nothing can make this better | |
| Our answers seldom come | |
| There is death in words we say | |
| I'm so sick of you and love. | |
| Sound the alarm | |
| What we have built is gone | |
| Our battle has just begun | |
| Mayday! Mayday! | |
| Mayday! Mayday! | |
| Mayday! Mayday! | |
| Mayday! Mayday! | |
| Mayday! Mayday! |