Waking up to a silent room, it's six thirty but it feels like three

Fondle you, it's a bit too soon, 'cause you're out of tune, oh wait, that's me

I can cut and you can carve a slice of sound for the musically starved

Fill my gut with what you've got, some melodies and modern tunes I love

Crash and burn, will it be my turn, I can taste your spit and it's so legit

I'm OK if you don't stay, the music helps me live with it

Overwhelmed from slinging mud but the notes I play still fit like a glove

It's Sunken Shout, when the ink runs out I'll use my blood to write the songs I love

Don't bring me down anymore

Thanks for coming by, it was really fly, but you know that you have to go

There's the door

Crank that volume through the roof, 'til we can't hear in both of our ears

We can rock and we have proof, but the empty chairs means nobody cares

Overweight and underpaid, but the music flows and the band still plays

It's Sunken Shout, when the ink runs out I'll use our blood to write the songs I love

Don't bring me down anymore

Thanks for coming by, it was really fly, but you know that you have to go

There's the door