We Dance on the Ruins of the Stupid Stage

We Dance on the Ruins of the Stupid Stage - None More Black

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 s**t

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 f**king 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 f**king 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

We Dance on the Ruins of the Stupid Stage - None More Black