LYRIC
This grin is shit eating and fleeting like a catamaran.
Well, this is better than a smile on a dead man.
Watch the hands on a ticking clock for: emotional rock.
With the fabric of your words.
The bar withstood the raising.
With; skirt chasers allowed.
One bulb, too block the exit.
Two bulbs; too block the sound.
I've seen bulbs smash from the ceiling.
At: the light house.
You were the weight of a monolith fighting trying to kill this dream.
I also feel the weight of this suitcase, sinking off.
A 15 year old dick caught amazed of:
Kabuki faces jumping / screaming… Off the edge.
Wide open and better than the next.
The rest are assholes.
But, I won't be failed, anymore.
No, I won't play fair, anymore.
Unless this is the last time, I sing.
With the fabric of your words.
The fires were amazing.
Why would you put those out?
The gun was not erasing.
The bare hands, snuffed them out.
When: these bulbs smashed from the ceiling.
At the light house.
You won't be failed, anymore.
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