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This grin is shit-eating and
Fleeting like a catamaran
It fit's me better than a smile on a dead man
Watch the hands of the ticking
Clock for emotional rock

I've strangled necks of ages with
The fabric of new words
The bar withstood the raising
Which taste makers allowed
One fire to block the exit
Two palms to block the sound
As each bulb smashed from the
Ceiling at the lighthouse

And with the weight of a monolith
Perched on a guiltless chest
Once a witness you can't shake the thought
Of 15 year old dick ornaments
On kabuki faced jocks hair sprayed up the ass
Wide open
Inviting the next pop rock star asshole
Well I won't be failed anymore
And I won't play fair anymore
All eyes are on the lighthouse collapsing

I've strangled necks of ages with
The fabric of new words
The fires were amazing
Why would you put those out?
And what the gun was not erasing
These bare hands snuffed right out
When each bulb smashed from the
Ceiling at the lighthouse

You won't be failed anymore