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