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