| Song | On Deaf Ears |
| Artist | One Minute Silence |
| Album | Buy Now... Saved Later |
| 作曲 : Barry, One Minute Silence | |
| Nobody listens any more to the lies | |
| Is there a woman who keeps swallowing flies | |
| Is there a | |
| Jesus waiting arms open wide | |
| Too many stories, and too many | |
| Nobody listens any more to the trees | |
| All moving too fast turning birds into bees | |
| Some say the hurricane will soon be a breeze | |
| I want to see it, | |
| I want to believe | |
| Wake up and smell the roses trust me and leap | |
| The hand that rocks the cradle rocks you to sleep | |
| It's not what you think it's not what you see | |
| Is there a future or is it just me | |
| Some days | |
| I'm happy, some days | |
| I'm all right(Victim) | |
| Some days | |
| I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice(Can I suggest) | |
| Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight(Victim) | |
| Some days | |
| I'm thinking life itself is the price | |
| The wind it whispers today could be your last | |
| Annihilation but why overreact | |
| All roads are leading to repeating the past | |
| I see the weeds are coming up again through the cracks | |
| Some days | |
| I'm happy, some days | |
| I'm all right(Victim) | |
| Some days | |
| I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice(Can I suggest) | |
| Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight(victim) | |
| Some days | |
| I'm thinking life itself is the price | |
| Some people never fly, some people fly and die | |
| Some people tell you that ours is not to reason why | |
| Some people live alone, some people live a lie | |
| Some people tell you that the grass is greener if you're high | |
| Some people sell you love, some people sell you faith | |
| Some people sell you white and openly engender hate | |
| Some people fight to win, some people have to fight | |
| Some people tell you that to turn the other cheek is right | |
| Some people never learn, some people never will | |
| Some people go through life oblivious to all its ills | |
| Some people live in hope, some people live in fear | |
| Some days | |
| I'm thinking fuck it all, it's wasted on deaf ears | |
| Nobody listen any more it's a crime | |
| Religious freaks see it all as a sign | |
| We're preaching equal with a mountain to climb | |
| Am I alone here or am | |
| I wasting my | |
| Nobody listen any more it's a crime | |
| Religious freaks see it all as a sign | |
| We're preaching equal with a mountain to climb | |
| Am I alone here or am | |
| I wasting my | |
| OkaySome days | |
| I'm happy, some days | |
| I'm all right(Victim) | |
| Some days | |
| I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice(Can I suggest) | |
| Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight(Victim) | |
| Some days | |
| I'm thinking life itself is the price | |
| Am I alone here | |
| Am I alone here | |
| Am I alone here | |
| Am I alone here |
| zuò qǔ : Barry, One Minute Silence | |
| Nobody listens any more to the lies | |
| Is there a woman who keeps swallowing flies | |
| Is there a | |
| Jesus waiting arms open wide | |
| Too many stories, and too many | |
| Nobody listens any more to the trees | |
| All moving too fast turning birds into bees | |
| Some say the hurricane will soon be a breeze | |
| I want to see it, | |
| I want to believe | |
| Wake up and smell the roses trust me and leap | |
| The hand that rocks the cradle rocks you to sleep | |
| It' s not what you think it' s not what you see | |
| Is there a future or is it just me | |
| Some days | |
| I' m happy, some days | |
| I' m all right Victim | |
| Some days | |
| I' m thinking maybe dead would be nice Can I suggest | |
| Some days it' s easy, some days it' s a fight Victim | |
| Some days | |
| I' m thinking life itself is the price | |
| The wind it whispers today could be your last | |
| Annihilation but why overreact | |
| All roads are leading to repeating the past | |
| I see the weeds are coming up again through the cracks | |
| Some days | |
| I' m happy, some days | |
| I' m all right Victim | |
| Some days | |
| I' m thinking maybe dead would be nice Can I suggest | |
| Some days it' s easy, some days it' s a fight victim | |
| Some days | |
| I' m thinking life itself is the price | |
| Some people never fly, some people fly and die | |
| Some people tell you that ours is not to reason why | |
| Some people live alone, some people live a lie | |
| Some people tell you that the grass is greener if you' re high | |
| Some people sell you love, some people sell you faith | |
| Some people sell you white and openly engender hate | |
| Some people fight to win, some people have to fight | |
| Some people tell you that to turn the other cheek is right | |
| Some people never learn, some people never will | |
| Some people go through life oblivious to all its ills | |
| Some people live in hope, some people live in fear | |
| Some days | |
| I' m thinking fuck it all, it' s wasted on deaf ears | |
| Nobody listen any more it' s a crime | |
| Religious freaks see it all as a sign | |
| We' re preaching equal with a mountain to climb | |
| Am I alone here or am | |
| I wasting my | |
| Nobody listen any more it' s a crime | |
| Religious freaks see it all as a sign | |
| We' re preaching equal with a mountain to climb | |
| Am I alone here or am | |
| I wasting my | |
| OkaySome days | |
| I' m happy, some days | |
| I' m all right Victim | |
| Some days | |
| I' m thinking maybe dead would be nice Can I suggest | |
| Some days it' s easy, some days it' s a fight Victim | |
| Some days | |
| I' m thinking life itself is the price | |
| Am I alone here | |
| Am I alone here | |
| Am I alone here | |
| Am I alone here |