Screams heard out loud
From down the hall
I would rather not give
A f*ck at all
Slowly losing his only voice
I wish I had another choice
Walking around
And every time he's always keeping
Weary eyes to the ground
Eyes to the ground
Never knowing why
She's bringing him down
Bringing him down
He'd rather drown in the sound
Mistakes make or break
Trivialities
That we all face
Months have passed
Still, the spirits tire
Days grow long
It's poor help for hire
Come quickly, we have found a cure
In six steel strings to help endure
Pressure builds
The pressure builds
The pressure builds
And all that's built
Was built to spill
Living for nights spent alone
To get lost in the speakers
Coming in quick
I've been sick and weaker
Than ever before
So settle the score
We're losing the battle
And winning the war
But never more
I'd rather pacify
Like every day of life
But some things are better
To bring to light