I got a semihollow body on my chest My back hurts, my throat is feeling stressed And I swear by the end of the night Ill be coughing up the mornings drive And the strings cutting through my skin And the rash opens up again And Im worn out For rocks sake, Im 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 were worn out Oh yeah, were 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 Were missing notes, but whos looking, were fucking up but were cooking It aint easy double working, thats exactly what were doing For right now, the world is caution Its a struggle, its a blur, but were moving Ive been swinging from my last nerve Over the thinnest ice youve ever seen on earth If it wasnt for supporting hands Id be falling through the cracks again But one thing sure hasnt changed Once satire takes the stage Well be worn out Oh yeah, were worn out Were missing notes, but whos looking, were fucking up but were cooking It aint easy double working, thats exactly what were doing For right now, the world is caution Its a struggle, its a blur, but were moving Its a struggle, but were going Its a struggle, but were going Its a struggle, but were going Its a struggle, but were going Its a struggle, but were going Its a struggle, but were going Its a struggle, but were going Its a struggle, but were going
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