Letra de 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'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