We Dance On The Ruins Of The Stupid Stage

I got a semi hollow body on my chest
My back hurts, my throat is feeling stressed
And I swear by the end of the night
I'll be coughing up the morning drive
The strings are cutting through my skin.
And 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 got to hit the high notes
But it might now always go
The way that we want it to.
But We gotta just go
'Cause we might not be here again.
No, we might not be here again
So we gotta go
We gotta go far as we 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
Oh yeah, we're worn out
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
It's a struggle, but we're going