We Dance on the Ruins of the Stupid Stage
Worn Out Rhythms: A Melodic Journey through Struggles and Satire
Lyrics
I got a semi hollow body on my chest. My back hurts.
I have a semi-hollow body feeling on my chest, and my back is in pain.
My throat is feeling stressed.
My throat is under stress.
I swear by the end of the night, I'll be coughing up the morning drive.
I predict that by the end of the night, I'll be coughing due to exhaustion.
The strings are cutting through my skin.
The guitar strings are causing physical discomfort, cutting through my skin.
The rash opens up again, I'm worn out.
A rash on my skin reopens, indicating fatigue.
For rock's sake, I'm worn out.
Expressing extreme tiredness for the sake of rock music.
My sweat burns the eyes to shit, like my eyebrows got up and quit.
Sweat is causing discomfort, likened to the sensation of eyebrows quitting.
Now I sit with my head down low with my shoes sticking to the floor.
Now sitting with head down and shoes sticking, possibly symbolizing exhaustion.
I know that we feel the same. Beaten up by the things we savor.
Feeling a shared experience of being worn out by the things enjoyed.
We're worn out. We try to hit the high notes.
Acknowledging weariness and attempting to reach high notes in life.
It might now always go the way that we want it to.
Recognizing that things may not always go as planned or desired.
We gotta just go, 'cause we might not be here again.
Emphasizing the need to seize the moment, uncertain of future opportunities.
We gotta go, we gotta go as far as can go.
Stressing the urgency to go as far as possible, embracing life's experiences.
We're missing notes, but who's looking.
Acknowledging mistakes (missing notes) but unconcerned about external judgment.
We're fucking up, but we're cooking.
Despite making errors, there is a sense of creativity and productivity ("cooking").
It ain't easy double working. That's exactly what we're doing.
Highlighting the challenges of multitasking but embracing the effort.
For right now, the world is caution.
The current state of the world is described as cautious or uncertain.
It's a struggle, it's a blur, but we're moving.
Life is portrayed as a struggle and a blur, but there is a determination to keep moving forward.
I've been swinging from my last nerve over the thinnest ice you'd never seen on earth.
Expressing a precarious situation, hanging on the thinnest ice metaphorically.
If it wasn't for supporting hands, I'd be falling through the cracks again.
Grateful for supportive hands preventing a potential fall or failure.
But one thing sure hasn't changed.
Despite challenges, one constant remains unchanged.
Once satire takes the stage, we'll be worn out.
Anticipating the exhaustion that comes with satire taking the stage.
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