I got a semi hollow body on my chest My back hurts
My throat is feeling stressed
I swear by the end of the night, I'll be coughing up the morning drive
The strings are cutting through my skin
The rash opens up again, I'm worn out
For rock's sake, I'm worn out
My sweat burns the eyes to shit, like my eyebrows got up and quit
Now I sit with my head down low with my shoes sticking to the floor
I know that we feel the same Beaten up by the things we savor
We're worn out We try to hit the high notes
It might now always go the way that we want it to
We gotta just go, 'cause we might not be here again
We gotta go, we gotta go as far as can go
We're missing notes, but who's looking
We're fucking up, but we're cooking
It ain't easy double working That's exactly what we're doing
For right now, the world is caution
It's a struggle, it's a blur, but we're moving
I've been swinging from my last nerve over the thinnest ice you'd never seen on earth
If it wasn't for supporting hands, I'd be falling through the cracks again
But one thing sure hasn't changed
Once satire takes the stage, we'll be worn out