Like an outbreak spreading in a small town
You've got to quarantine before disease reigns supreme
Cut off the limb before the body goes bad
Fade me out
I've got nothing to say
Fade me out
I'll just go away
When the system shuts down there's no guarantee
That what came before still resides in memory
Importance wanes with each passing day
Opinions are irritants
So let the squeaky wheel ramble on
The sound of his voice seems to soothe him
Fade me out
I've got nothing to say
Fade me out
I'll just go away
Opinions are irritants
So let the squeaky wheel ramble on
The sound of his voice seems to soothe him
Fade me out
I've got nothing to say
Fade me out
I'll just go away
Micah Robinson - Guitar
Nick Nunziata - Vocals
John Makarewicz - Drums
Steve Murphy - Bass
