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 s drive and the strings cutting through my skin and the rash opens up again and i m worn out for rock s sake i m worn out and my sweat burns my 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 and i know that we feel the same beaten up by the things we savor and we re worn out oh yeah we re worn out we got to hit the high notes but it might not 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 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 ve ever 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 it s a struggle but we re going it s a struggle but we re going it s a struggle but we re going it s a struggle but we re going it s a struggle but we re going it s a struggle but we re going it s a struggle but we re going