| 作曲 : Bannon | |
| From a victim to a friend | |
| Don't ever let them in | |
| Keep your scars on your sleeve | |
| And your heart in your hands | |
| All the whores with their wars | |
| Their gaping mouths want more | |
| All of them choke on regret | |
| We sit in silence | |
| Dead or dedicated | |
| Alive or medicated | |
| A coward queen or harlot heart | |
| It's up to you | |
| This world owes you nothing | |
| This world owes me nothing | |
| This world owes us nothing | |
| But a hard road to walk | |
| These mountains that we climb | |
| Is everything they've lost | |
| This world owes us nothing | |
| But a hard road to walk | |
| These mountains that we move | |
| Are everywhere we look | |
| It's all up to me and you |
| zuo qu : Bannon | |
| From a victim to a friend | |
| Don' t ever let them in | |
| Keep your scars on your sleeve | |
| And your heart in your hands | |
| All the whores with their wars | |
| Their gaping mouths want more | |
| All of them choke on regret | |
| We sit in silence | |
| Dead or dedicated | |
| Alive or medicated | |
| A coward queen or harlot heart | |
| It' s up to you | |
| This world owes you nothing | |
| This world owes me nothing | |
| This world owes us nothing | |
| But a hard road to walk | |
| These mountains that we climb | |
| Is everything they' ve lost | |
| This world owes us nothing | |
| But a hard road to walk | |
| These mountains that we move | |
| Are everywhere we look | |
| It' s all up to me and you |
| zuò qǔ : Bannon | |
| From a victim to a friend | |
| Don' t ever let them in | |
| Keep your scars on your sleeve | |
| And your heart in your hands | |
| All the whores with their wars | |
| Their gaping mouths want more | |
| All of them choke on regret | |
| We sit in silence | |
| Dead or dedicated | |
| Alive or medicated | |
| A coward queen or harlot heart | |
| It' s up to you | |
| This world owes you nothing | |
| This world owes me nothing | |
| This world owes us nothing | |
| But a hard road to walk | |
| These mountains that we climb | |
| Is everything they' ve lost | |
| This world owes us nothing | |
| But a hard road to walk | |
| These mountains that we move | |
| Are everywhere we look | |
| It' s all up to me and you |