Got an icepick sticking in my ear
And I could win every time that you are near
A beat and broken point of view
A broken window, there's a point of knocking through
Time to look for another thing to do
You got nothing left to tell me
You got nothing left to tell
You got nothing left to sell me
White noise ringing in my ear
I've been here and then longer than I know
All the scars and blisters start to show
Pushing bullies off another hill
Running fast but I'm still standing still
Swallowed so much bad I'm feeling ill
You got nothing left to tell me
You got nothing left to tell
You got nothing left to sell me
White noise ringing in my ear
You got nothing left to tell me
You got nothing left to tell
You got nothing left to sell me
White noise ringing in my ear
My ear
My ear
White noise ringing in my ear
