Untitled - Butch Walker

Everything is dark

Everybody’s here

All I gotta do is get the words right

When the microphone is near

Shoot off all my thoughts

Maybe make it rhyme

Try to be as honest with myself to them

Without committing the crime

I know that I can’t put it the way

That a better-read person could do

So I sacrifice my talent for the truth

So let it burn, let it fall

Let it drain the blood from my legs as I crawl

And let it circulate right through a vein

That’s never gonna rupture when I fall

Everybody screams

Then everybody stops

I just wanna have a little moment when the silence gets me off

Let me say my peace

Get out of your hair

All I wanted was to be the backrest

On your broken, hopeless chair

And I know that the living are lifeless

And if the doctors could euthanize half of the things

That make me become the person that I hate

So let it burn, let it fall

Let it drain the blood from my legs as I crawl

And let it circulate right through a vein

That’s never gonna rupture when I fall

Everything is dark

Everybody’s here

All I gotta do is get the words right

When the microphone is near