[00:00.000] 作词 : Benjamin Woolner-Kirkham/Michael Bell/Harrison Sayers
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Benjamin Woolner-Kirkham/Michael Bell/Harrison Sayers
[00:30.788]Sold his soul to crusade on a screen
[00:34.381]A Worthless individual that knows everything
[00:38.442]Don't hold back he's not pleasant or sweet
[00:42.099]It's ignorance and jealousy that make's his heart beat
[00:46.433]Oh, You don't know
[00:50.007]You can't hurt him back
[00:53.411]Cause he's a fly on the wall
[00:55.584]Yes, an insect that crawls
[00:57.654]If pesticide won't do it we've got nothing at all
[01:02.307]Bye bye
[01:04.068]And I won't hurt like that
[01:09.948]Bye bye
[01:11.851]And I won't hurt like that
[01:15.357]Hurt like that
[01:21.054]Sold his soul for a scrolling crusade
[01:24.669]Hiding insecurity through this masquerade
[01:28.693]Fingers fire, now there’s blood on the screen
[01:32.286]It drips upon the floorboards
[01:34.572]but his conscience is clean
[01:36.777]Oh, You don't know
[01:40.255]You can't hurt him back
[01:44.046]Cause he's a fly that won't at all
[01:46.097]Yes, an insect that crawls
[01:48.201]He validates existence
[01:50.236]through the post on your walls
[01:52.929]Bye bye
[01:54.549]And I won't hurt like that
[02:00.290]Bye bye
[02:02.131]And I won't hurt like that
[02:05.750]Hurt like that
[02:08.219]Bye bye
[02:10.334]And I won't hurt like that
[02:16.147]Bye bye
[02:17.924]I won't hurt like that
[02:21.371]Hurt like that

作词 : Benjamin Woolner-Kirkham/Michael Bell/Harrison Sayers
作曲 : Benjamin Woolner-Kirkham/Michael Bell/Harrison Sayers
Sold his soul to crusade on a screen
A Worthless individual that knows everything
Don't hold back he's not pleasant or sweet
It's ignorance and jealousy that make's his heart beat
Oh, You don't know
You can't hurt him back
Cause he's a fly on the wall
Yes, an insect that crawls
If pesticide won't do it we've got nothing at all
Bye bye
And I won't hurt like that
Bye bye
And I won't hurt like that
Hurt like that
Sold his soul for a scrolling crusade
Hiding insecurity through this masquerade
Fingers fire, now there’s blood on the screen
It drips upon the floorboards
but his conscience is clean
Oh, You don't know
You can't hurt him back
Cause he's a fly that won't at all
Yes, an insect that crawls
He validates existence
through the post on your walls
Bye bye
And I won't hurt like that
Bye bye
And I won't hurt like that
Hurt like that
Bye bye
And I won't hurt like that
Bye bye
I won't hurt like that
Hurt like that