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This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran
 It fits 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
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 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