作曲 : Maika Maile , Christopher Kamrada , Christian Climer , Jay Enriquez , Michael Elvis Baskette
Was running free, but now the road is fading 
Can't believe it got to this degree 
You turn your shoulder with the face you're making '
Cause sad attempt are what you gave to me 
I hope it was a lie 
No one can hear you 
Not a thing you say 
So you can do yourself a favor 
And tell it to me straight 
Capture moments in a box then keep 'em 
Tucked away like they were history 
Gun the crowd with a steaming pistol 
Such a way to make some misery 
I hope you get it right 
No one can hear you 
Not a thing you say 
So you can do us all a favor 
If you wanna plead your case 
So brace yourself 
And tell it to me 
We're on the verge 
Brace yourself, for some kind of redemption 
Brace yourself, if you wanna be saved 
Brace yourself, for some kind of redemption 
Brace yourself, we're on the verge of a break! 
So tell it to me straight 
No one can hear you, straight 
Not a thing you say 
So you can do us all a favor 
If you wanna plead your case 
So brace yourself 
And tell it to me