We're spinning round,
to that same old sound
listen to it pound, let it beat you down
I'm sick of hearing this same recycled song,
but it pays their bills so they go along,
but I won't,
I refuse to sound like everyone else,
those are my death bells.
it's time to prove, what have you, got to lose,
I have made the choice, this is my voice.

Stay Away, this time,
gotta get back, gotta get back
Stay Away, this time,
and you'll see.
there's no one left but me,
I can't fake this.
there's no one left but me.

these are my words, to the music clique:
"keep your greedy hands off my music"
if I'm gonna fall I'm falling hard
I'll keep going strong we're gonna stay apart.
'cuz I have something I know,
and you have nothing to show,
you're caught up in this system,
A-B-A hits will please them.

Stay Away, this time,
gotta get back, gotta get back
Stay Away, this time,
and you'll see.
there's no one left but me,
I can't fake this.
there's no one left but me.

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!

There's no one left but me,
I can't fake this.
there's no one left but me.