And we're not blind We are listening This is your life, this is your time Show me now Show me the arms aloft This my chick This is your time It's like we just can't help ourselves Cause we don't know how to back down

I think it's time that I should leave I think it's time for me to leave (I'll run away) I'll run away I'll never ask permission from you Fuck off I'm not listening to you I'm not coming home I'm never going to come back home Shut the fuck up she said I'm

You better pray that there's Another way out You better pray that Someones listening now (Doesn't matter what you got) 'Cause when you lie like The devil himself No angels gonna hear your Cry for help!

As your blood's running thin your time's running out No one will be listening not even when you shout When your angels turn to devils you'll finally figure out That no one will be with you in the end Don't come to me with your problems I don't need them

I think we have an emergency Cause I've seen love die way too many times When it deserved to be alive (It deserved to be alive) When you deserved to be alive, alive So, are you listening? So, are you watching me? It's really not your fault To talk about

Yeah smash on the radio, bet I penned it We are trying to make way for Chris Brown I'm going to need you all to back away from the door You are not listening I need you all to back away from the door (Pull up, pull up) can't believe the girls, club

I don't want to be here anymore I know there's nothing left worth staying for Your paradise is something I've endured, whoa whoa I'm listening with one foot out the door See I don't think I can fight this anymore And I don't want to be here anymore But

Hello, hello Is anybody listening? Let go, it's everyone that's calling me Oh oh, won't somebody show me that I'm not alone, not alone Is there anybody, anybody? Yes I stumbled into the night We're touching but I feel like you're still out of reach But

I'm not listening, not anymore The more I learn, the more I ignore I told you before, won't listen anymore I told you before, lets settle the score The more I hear, the more I ignore, the more I ignore Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose No, I'm not

The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of typewriters The band sounds like typewriters The big man he's not listening His eyes hold Edith